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Richard Lovelace
1618 – 1657
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| Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | A La Bourbon. Done Moy Plus De Pitie Ou[57.1] Plus De Creaulte, Car Sans Ci Ie Ne Puis Pas Viure, Ne Morir. | Divine Destroyer, pitty me no more, | | 18 | 164 | | A Black Patch[65.1] On Lucasta's Face. | Dull as I was, to think that a court fly | | 23 | 139 | | A Dialogue Betwixt Cordanus And Amoret, On A Lost Heart. | Distressed pilgrim, whose dark clouded eyes | | 30 | 146 | | A Dialogue. Lute And Voice. | Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the sphears, | | 23 | 145 | | A Fly About A Glasse Of Burnt Claret. | Forbear this liquid fire, Fly, | | 56 | 151 | | A Fly Caught In A Cobweb. | Small type of great ones, that do hum | | 48 | 165 | | A Forsaken Lady To Her False Servant That Is Disdained By His New Mistriss.[40.1] | Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish | | 44 | 136 | | A Guiltlesse Lady Imprisoned: After Penanced. Song. | Heark, faire one, how what e're here is | | 28 | 143 | | A La Chabot. | Object adorable of charms! | | 12 | 140 | | A Lady With A Falcon On Her Fist. To The Honourable My Cousin A[Nne] L[Ovelace.] | This Queen of Prey (now prey to you), | | 24 | 149 | | A Loose Saraband. | Nay, prethee, dear, draw nigher, | | 48 | 145 | | A Loose Saraband. Set By Mr. Henry Lawes. | Ah me! the little tyrant theefe! | | 44 | 165 | | A Mock Charon. | Charon! thou slave! thou fooll! thou cavaleer![81.1] | | 20 | 145 | | A Mock Song. | Now Whitehall's in the grave, | | 28 | 156 | | A Paradox. | Tis true the beauteous Starre | | 28 | 159 | | A Prologue To The Scholars. A Comaedy Presented At The White Fryers.[47.1] | A gentleman, to give us somewhat new, | | 32 | 156 | | Ad Fabullum. Catul. Lib. I. Ep. 13. | Fabullus, I will treat you handsomely | | 28 | 158 | | Ad Juvencium. Cat. Ep. 49. | Juvencius, thy fair sweet eyes | | 12 | 174 | | Ad Lesbiam, Cat. Ep. 73 | That me alone you lov'd, you once did say, | | 20 | 187 | | Ad M. T. Ciceronem. | Tully to thee, Rome's eloquent sole heir, | | 12 | 130 | | Ad Quintium. Cat. Ep. 83. | Quintius, if you'l endear Catullus eyes, | | 8 | 155 | | Advice To My Best Brother, Coll: Francis Lovelace.[86.1] | Frank, wil't live unhandsomely? trust not too far | | 66 | 153 | | Against The Love Of Great Ones. | Vnhappy youth, betrayd by Fate | | 65 | 137 | | Amarantha. A Pastorall.[33.1] | Up with the jolly bird of light | | 384 | 205 | | Amyntor's Grove,[37.1] His Chloris, Arigo,[37.2] And Gratiana. An Elogie. | It was Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris | | 106 | 138 | | Amyntor[31.1] From Beyond The Sea To Alexis.[31.2] A Dialogue. | Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be, | | 56 | 185 | | An Anniversary On The Hymeneals Of My Noble Kinsman,[89.1] Tho. Stanley, Esquire.[89.2] | The day is curl'd about agen | | 40 | 138 | | An Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister To Mr. C. Cotton.[42.1] | Hither with hallowed steps as is the ground, | | 60 | 127 | | An Elegie. Princesse Katherine[60.1][[An.3]] Borne, Christened, Buried, In One Day. | You, that can haply[60.2] mixe your joyes with cries, | | 60 | 131 | | Another. | As I beheld a winter's evening air, | | 21 | 137 | | Another. | The Centaur, Syren, I foregoe; | | 26 | 149 | | Another. Song. | I did believe I was in heav'n, | | 16 | 145 | | Ausonius Epig. | Because with bought books, sir, your study's fraught, | | 8 | 133 | | Ausonius Lib. Epig. | On the Sicilian strand a hare well wrought | | 8 | 147 | | Ausonius Lib. Epig. | The Cynicks narrow houshould stuffe of crutch, | | 8 | 145 | | Ausonius Lib. I. Epig. | A treasure found one, entring at death's gate, | | 8 | 142 | | Ausonius. | Vain painter, why dost strive my face to draw | | 12 | 139 | | Auson[ius]. | Her jealous husband an adultresse gave | | 20 | 149 | | Avieni[103.1] V. C. Ad Amicos. | Ask'd in the country what I did, I said: | | 14 | 135 | | Being Treated. To Ellinda. | For cherries plenty, and for corans | | 48 | 165 | | Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement. Ode. | From the dire monument of thy black roome, | | 33 | 204 | | Catul. Ep. 71. | My mistresse sayes she'll marry none but me; | | 8 | 135 | | Clitophon And Lucippe Translated.[61.1] To The Ladies. | Pray, ladies, breath, awhile lay by | | 42 | 136 | | Courante[68.1] Monsieur. | That frown, Aminta, now hath drown'd | | 12 | 137 | | Cupid Far Gone. | What, so beyond all madnesse is the elf, | | 30 | 142 | | De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit. | A wretched asse the Aeneids did destroy: | | 4 | 127 | | De Catone. | The world orecome, victorious Caesar, he | | 4 | 138 | | De Puero Et Praecone. Catul. | With a fair boy a cryer we behold, | | 4 | 137 | | De Quintia Et Lesbia. Ep. 87. | Quintia is handsome, fair, tall, straight: all these | | 12 | 146 | | De Scaevola. | The hand, by which no king but serjeant[97.1] dies, | | 12 | 148 |
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