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A Loose Saraband (by Richard Lovelace)
Richard Lovelace (1618-1657) A Loose Saraband I. Ah me! the little tyrant theefe! As once my heart was playing, He snatcht it up and flew away, Laughing at all my praying. II. Proud of his purchase, he...
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” To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.
Richard Lovelace(1618-1657) “Come, pretty birds, present your lays, And learn to chaunt a goddess praise; Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be Employ’d to serve her deity: And warble forth, ye virgins...
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A La Chabot
Richard Lovelace(1618-1657) A LA CHABOT. Object adorable et charmant! Mes souspirs et mes pleurs tesmoignent mon torment; Mais mon respect m’empeche de parler. Ah! que peine dissimuler! Et que je...
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Cupid Far Gone
Richard Lovelace(1618-1657) I. What, so beyond all madnesse is the elf, Now he hath got out of himself! His fatal enemy the Bee, Nor his deceiv’d artillerie, His shackles, nor the roses bough Ne’r half...
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Against the Love…
Richard Lovelace(1618 – 1657) Against The Love Of Great Ones UNHAPPY youth betrayd by Fate To such a Love hath Sainted Hate, And damned those Cælestiall bonds Are onely knit with equal hands ; The Love...
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