Poems by Richard Lovelace
To Lucasta, Going To The Wars
... I could not love thee, Dear, so much, ...
The Rose
... Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased Venus ...
The Grasshopper
... Dropped thee from heav'n, where now th' art reared,The joys of earth and air are thine entire, ...
To Althea, From Prison
... When I shall voice aloud how goodHe is, how great should be, ...
The Scrutiny
... But I must search the black and fair, ...
To Lucasta, Going Beyond The Seas
... Pity from blust'ring wind or swallowing wave ...
To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair
... But shake your head and scatter day!See, 'tis broke! Within this grove, ...
The Faire Begger
... IV. There quench my heat, and thou shalt sup ...
The Epilogue
... We, whose gaine is all our pleasure, ev'n these ...
Sonnet. To Generall Goring, After The Pacification At Berwi
... Whose eyes wound deepe in peace, as doth his sword in wars ...
Mart. Ep. XV. Lib. 6.
... 6. Dum Phaetontea&emsp ...
A La Bourbon. Done Moy Plus De Pitie Ou Plus De Creaulte, Car Sans Ci Ie Ne Puis Pas Viure, Ne Morir
... II. Your glories are eclipst, and hidden in the grave ...
Amarantha. A Pastorall
... oh faire Vow-breaker, now betroth'd to th' ay'r! ...
Love Conquer'd
... II. Up then to th' head with his best art ...
Gratiana Dancing and Singing
... III. Each step trod out a lovers thought ...
