Richard Lovelace

Gender: 
Male

  • To Althea from Prison

    When Love with unconfinèd wings
      Hovers within my gates,
    And by divine Althea brings
      To whisper at my grates;
    When I lie tangled in her hair
      And fettered with her eye,
    The birds that wanton in the air
      Know no such liberty.

    ...

  • To Lucasta

      IF to be absent were to be
          Away from thee;
        Or that, when I am gone,
        You or I were alone;
      Then, my Lucasta, might I crave
    Pity from blustering wind or swallowing wave.

      But I ’ll not sigh one blast or gale
          To swell...

  • To Lucasta, on Going to the Wars

    Tell me not, sweet, I am unkinde,
      That from the nunnerie
    Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde,
      To warre and armes I flee.

    True, a new mistresse now I chase.—
      The first foe in the field;
    And with a stronger faith imbrace
      A sword, a...

  • To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair

    Amarantha sweet and fair
    Ah braid no more that shining hair!
    As my curious hand or eye
    Hovering round thee let it fly.

    Let it fly as unconfin'd
    As its calm ravisher, the wind,
    Who hath left his darling th'East,
    To wanton o'er that spicy nest.

    Ev'ry...

  • To Althea, from Prison

    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 fettered to her eye,
    The birds that wanton in the air
    . . . Know no such liberty.
    When...

  • Tell Me Not, Sweet, I am Unkind

    Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
    For, from the nunnery
    Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind,
    To war and arms I fly.

    True, a new mistress now I chase,
    The first foe in the field;
    And with a stronger faith- embrace
    A sword, a horse, a shield.

    Yet...