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Written by Henry Vaughan
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Nimble sigh, on thy warm wings,
Take this message and depart ;
Tell Amoret, that smiles and sings,
At what thy airy voyage brings,
That thou cam'st lately from my heart.
Tell my lovely foe that I
Have no more such spies to send,
But one or two that I intend,
Some few minutes ere I die,
To her white bosom to commend.
Then whisper by that holy spring,
Where for her sake I would have died,
Whilst those water-nymphs did bring
Flowers to cure what she had tried ;
And of my faith and love did sing.
That if my Amoret, if she
In after-times would have it read,
How her beauty murder'd me,
With all my heart I will agree,
If she'll but love me, being dead.
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Written by Richard Lovelace
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WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye, The gods, that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes, that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty. When (like committed linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my king; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty. |
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Written by Richard Lovelace
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WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye, The gods, that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes, that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty. When (like committed linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my king; When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty. |
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Written by Richard Lovelace
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I.
WHY should you sweare I am forsworn,
Since thine I vow'd to be ?
Lady it is already Morn,
And 'twas last night I swore to thee
That fond impossibility.
II.
Have I not lov'd thee much and long,
A tedious twelve houres space ?
I must all other Beauties wrong,
And rob thee of a new imbrace ;
Could I still dote upon thy Face.
III.
Not, but all joy in thy browne haire
By others may be found ;
But I must search the black and faire
Like skilfull Minerallist's that sound
For Treasure in un-plow'd-up ground.
IV.
Then, if when I have lov'd my round,
Thou prov'st the pleasant she ;
With spoyles of meaner Beauties crown'd,
I laden will returne to thee,
Ev'n sated with Varietie. |
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Written by Richard Lovelace
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I.
WHY should you sweare I am forsworn,
Since thine I vow'd to be ?
Lady it is already Morn,
And 'twas last night I swore to thee
That fond impossibility.
II.
Have I not lov'd thee much and long,
A tedious twelve houres space ?
I must all other Beauties wrong,
And rob thee of a new imbrace ;
Could I still dote upon thy Face.
III.
Not, but all joy in thy browne haire
By others may be found ;
But I must search the black and faire
Like skilfull Minerallist's that sound
For Treasure in un-plow'd-up ground.
IV.
Then, if when I have lov'd my round,
Thou prov'st the pleasant she ;
With spoyles of meaner Beauties crown'd,
I laden will returne to thee,
Ev'n sated with Varietie. |
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