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Richard Lovelace (1618-1657 / London / England)
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''Then Love, I beg, when next thou takest thy bow,
Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. La Bella Bona Roba (l. 13-15). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
Thy angry shafts, and dost heart-chasing go,
Pass rascal deer, strike me the largest doe.''
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''Love, then unstinted, Love did sip,
Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. Love Made in the First Age: To Chloris (l. 13-18). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
And cherries plucked fresh from the lip;
On cheeks and roses free he fed;
Lasses like autumn plums did drop,
And lads indifferently did crop
A flower and a maidenhead.''
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''Poor verdant fool, and now green ice! thy joys,
Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. The Grasshopper (l. 17-20). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
Large and as lasting as thy perch of grass,
Bid us lay in 'gainst winter rain, and poise
Their floods with an o'erflowing glass.''
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''Then, if when I have lov'd my round,
Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. The Scrutiny (l. 16-20). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
Thou prov'st the pleasant she,
With spoils of meaner beauties crown'd
I laden will return to thee,
Ev'n sated with variety.''
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''Stone walls do not a prison make,
Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. To Althea, from Prison (l. 25-32). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.''
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''Here we'll strip and cool our fire
Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair (l. 21-24). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
In cream below, in milk-baths higher;
And when all wells are drawn dry,
I'll drink a tear out of thine eye.''
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''Though seas and land be 'twixt us both,
Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. To Lucasta, Going beyond the Seas (l. 13-18). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
Our faith and troth,
Like separated souls,
All time and space controls:
Above the highest sphere we meet
Unseen, unknown, and greet as angels greet.''
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''Yet this inconstancy is such
Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. To Lucasta, Going to the Wars (l. 9-12). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.''
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''Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
Richard Lovelace (1618-1658), British poet. To Lucasta, Going to the Wars (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.''
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