Poems by Richard Lovelace
Mart. Epi. XLIII. Lib. I.
... So said, her thirsty lips drink flaming coales: ...
The Falcon
... How often would'st thou shoot heav'ns ark, ...
Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister to Mr. C. Cotton
... And when y' have plac't your tapers on her urn, ...
Theophile Being Deny'd His Addresses To King James, Turned
... TURNED THE AFFRONT TO HIS OWN GLORY IN THIS EPIGRAM ...
Missing title : skey: LA BELLA BONA
... V. Then, Love, I beg, when next thou tak'st thy bow, ...
Lucasta's Fanne, With A Looking- Glasse In It
... IX. Now fall'n the brittle favourite lyes and burst! ...
Lucasta Laughing
... That which still makes her mirth to flow, ...
To A Lady That Desired Me I Would Beare My Part With Her In
... What, though 'tis said I have a voice ...
To My Truely Valiant, Learned Friend; Who In His Brooke Res
... Harke, reader, would'st be learn'd ith' warres, ...
A Mock Charon. Dialogue
... But now I fear thy boat will sink with my ore-weighty sin ...
To His Deare Brother Colonel F. L. Immoderately Mourning My
... IV. Then from thy firme selfe never swerve ...
