Author: Richard Lovelace

Amarantha, sweet and fair, Ah, braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee, […]

Sweet serene sky-like flower, Haste to adorn her bower; From thy long cloudy bed Shoot forth thy damask head! New-startled […]

Why should you swear I am forsworn, Since thine I vowed to be? Lady, it is already morn, And ’twas […]

O thou that swing’st upon the waving ear Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev’ry night with a delicious tear […]

When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When […]