Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657 / London / England)

Richard Lovelace Poems

81. In Mine One Monument I Lye 1/3/2003
82. Mart. Ep. Xv. Lib. 6. 12/31/2002
83. To Lucasta Ode Lyrick 12/31/2002
84. Ausonius Lib. Epig. 12/31/2002
85. To Lucasta. Going Beyond The Seas. 12/31/2002
86. Lucasta Paying Her Obsequies To The Chast Memory Of My Dearest Cosin Mrs. Bowes Barne[s] 12/31/2002
87. To Lucasta, The Rose 1/3/2003
88. To Lucasta, Like The Sentinel Stars 1/3/2003
89. A Dialogue. Lute And Voice 12/31/2002
90. Auson[ius] 12/31/2002
91. A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant That Is Disdained By His New Mistriss 12/31/2002
92. In Rufum. Catul. Ep. 64 12/31/2002
93. Gratiana Dancing 1/4/2003
94. A Dialogue Betwixt Cordanus And Amoret, On A Lost Heart 12/31/2002
95. De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit. 12/31/2002
96. The Vintage To The Dungeon. A Song 12/31/2002
97. Paris's Second Judgement, Upon The Three Daughters Of My De 1/1/2004
98. To Lucasta. The Rose. 12/31/2002
99. Valiant Love 12/31/2002
100. To A Lady With Child That Ask'D An Old Shirt. 12/31/2002
101. Item 12/31/2002
102. To Lucasta 12/31/2002
103. A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret. 12/31/2002
104. De Suo In Lesbiam Amore Ep. 88. 12/31/2002
105. Missing Title : Skey: La Bella Bona 12/31/2002
106. The Scrutinie 1/3/2003
107. De Scaevola. 12/31/2002
108. To Ellinda Upon His Late Recovery. A Paradox 12/31/2002
109. Mart. Lib. I. Epi. 14. 12/31/2002
110. De Inconstantia Foeminei Amoris 12/31/2002
111. To Lucasta, From Prison 1/3/2003
112. Ad Fabullium. Catul. Lib. I. Ep. 13. 12/31/2002
113. Quinti Catuli. 12/31/2002
114. Out Of The Anthologie 12/31/2002
115. Pentadii 12/31/2002
116. To Aramantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair 1/3/2003
117. Love Conquer'D 12/31/2002
118. Portii Licinii 12/31/2002
119. Ad Quintium. Cat. Ep. 83 12/31/2002
120. Lucasta, Taking The Waters At Tunbridge. 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Richard Lovelace

The Scrutiny

Why should you swear I am forsworn,
Since thine I vowed to be?
Lady, it is already morn,
And 'twas last night I swore to thee
That fond impossibility.

Have I not loved thee much and long,
A tedious twelve hours' space?
I must all other beauties wrong,
And rob thee of a new embrace,
Could I still dote upon thy face.

Not but all joy in thy brown hair
By others may be found;—
But I must search the black and fair,
Like skilful mineralists that sound
For treasure in unploughed-up ground.

Then if, when I have loved my round,
Thou ...

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Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor,
Ignotamque oculis solicitare manu?
Aeris et venti sum filia, mater inanis
Indicii, vocemque sine mente gero.
Auribus in vestris habito penetrabilis echo;
Si mihi vis similem pingere, pinge sonos.

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