Poems by Richard Lovelace
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Dull as I was, to think that a court fly
Cord. Distressed pilgrim, whose dark clouded eyes
L. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the sphears,
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Small type of great ones, that do hum
Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish
Set By Mr. William Lawes.
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A La Chabot.
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DIALOGUE.
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A gentleman, to give us somewhat new,
Ad Fabullum. Catul. Lib. I. Ep. 13.
Ad Juvencium. Cat. Ep. 49.
Ad Lesbiam, Cat. Ep. 73.
Ad M. T. Ciceronem.
Ad Quintium. Cat. Ep. 83.
Frank, wil't live unhandsomely? trust not too far
Vnhappy youth, betrayd by Fate
Up with the jolly bird of light
It was[37.3] Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris
Amyntor.
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Hither with hallowed steps as is the ground,
You, that can haply[60.2] mixe your joyes with cries,
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The Centaur, Syren, I foregoe;
I did believe I was in heav'n,
Ausonius Epig.
Ausonius Lib. Epig.
Ausonius Lib. Epig.
Ausonius Lib. I. Epig.
Ausonius.
Auson[IUS].
Avieni[103.1] V. C. Ad Amicos.
For cherries plenty, and for corans
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Catul. Ep. 71.
Pray, ladies, breath, awhile lay by
That frown, Aminta, now hath drown'd
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De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit.
De Catone.
De Puero Et Praecone. Catul.
De Quintia Et Lesbia. Ep. 87.
De Scaevola.
De Scaevola.
De Suo In Lesbiam Amore. Ep. 88.
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Mongst the worlds wonders, there doth yet remain
Floridi. De Ebrioso.
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CHORUS.
In Lesbiam Cat. Ep. 76.
In Rufum. Catul. Ep. 64.
In Virgilium. Pentadii.
In Virgilium. Pentadii.
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TO CHLORIS.
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Lucasta wept, and still the bright
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Mar. Lib. IV. Ep. 33.
Mart. Ep. XV. Lib. 6.
Mart. Epi. XLIII. Lib. I.
Mart. Lib. I. Epi. 14.
Mart. Lib. VIII. Ep. 19.
Night! loathed jaylor of the lock'd up sun,
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A SATYRE.
I'm un-ore-clowded, too! free from the mist!
You that shall live awhile, before
Heark! Oh heark! you guilty trees,
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Out Of The Anthologie.[105.1]
Upon The Three Daughters Of My Dear Brother Mr. R. Caesar.[87.1]
If Pliny, Lord High Treasurer of all[88.1]
Non est, fulleris, haec beata non est
Si Phoebi soror es, mando tibi, Delia, causam,
I saw a little Diety,
Quinti Catuli.
SANAZARI HEXASTICON.
Senecae Ex Cleanthe.
THE SONNET.
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To the richest Treasury
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The stubborne author of the trifle[48.1] crime,
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Fair Princesse of the spacious air,
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With that delight the Royal captiv's[46.2] brought
Set By Mr. Thomas Charles.[38.1]
Wise emblem of our politick world,
Upon a day, when the Dog-star
To The Noblest Of Our Youth And Best Of Friends, Charles Cotton, Esquire.[85.L]
Set By Mr. William Lawes.
Theophile Being Deny'D His Addresses To King James, Turned The Affront To His Own Glory In This Epigram.
Madam A. L.[53.1]
And why an honour'd ragged shirt, that shows,
Set By Dr. John Wilson.[50.1]
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Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece:
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How have I bin religious? what strange good
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LUCASTA, frown, and let me die,
Heark, how she laughs aloud,
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Cleft as the top of the inspired hill,
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See! what a clouded majesty, and eyes
Tis not from cheap thanks thinly to repay
Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye,