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Born in December 9, 1617 / Died in 1657 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Richard Lovelace

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Oreheus To Beasts

...   II. Oh! could you view the melodie ...

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In Lesbiam Cat. Ep. 76.

... well, And be'est&emsp ...

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To Lucasta, Her Reserved Looks

... You hide our fate within its screen ...

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Avieni V. C. Ad Amicos

... C. AD AMICOS. Rure morans, quid agam, respondi, pauca rogatus: ...

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Sonnet

... Of both those stars, which of their spheres bereft, ...

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To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral

...   But all these flour'shing hiews, with which I die ...

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An Anniversary On The Hymeneals Of My Noble kinsman, Tho. S

... Twist their soft beams like these in their chast air ...

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Amyntor From Beyond The Sea To Alexis. A Dialogue

... Amyn.  She's now the center of these armes e're blest, ...

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De Scaevola.

... Rome's more oblig'd to flames than arms or pow'r, ...

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Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement. Ode

...   VI. No showrs but 'twixt your lids, nor gelid snow, ...

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Night. To Lucasta

...   Whether she murth'ring sleep, or saving wake ...

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The Triumphs Of Philamore And Amoret. To The Noblest Of Our

... Then shall they grieve, that thought I've sung too free, ...

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To The Genius Of Mr. John Hall. On His Exact Translation Of

...   Behold! when but a youth, thou fierce didst whip ...

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The Grassehopper. To My Noble Friend, Mr. Charles Cotton. O

...   V. Poore verdant foole! and now green ice, thy joys ...

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Love Inthron'd. Ode

...   But she, that these and their god awes, ...