Lucasta Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, &c. To which is added Aramantha, A Pastorall. By Richard Lovelace |
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Amyntor from beyond the Sea to Alexis.
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Amyntor from beyond the Sea to Alexis.
A Dialogue.
Amyntor.[I]
Alexis! ah Alexis! can it beThough so much wet and drie
Doth drowne our Eye,
Thou keep'st thy winged voice from me?
Alexis.
[II]
Amyntor a profounder sea I feareHath swallow'd me, where now
My armes do row,
I floate it'h' Ocean of a Teare.
[III]
Lucasta weepes lest I look back and treadYour watry Land againe.
Amynt.
[III]
I'd through the raine.Such showrs are quickly over-spread.
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IV
Conceive how Joy after this short divorceWill circle her with beames,
When like your streames
You shall rowle back with kinder force
V
And call the helping winds to vent your thought.Alex.
V
Amyntor! Chloris where,Or in what Sphere
Say may that glorious faire be sought?
Amyntor.
VI
She's now the center of these armes e're blestWhence may she never move
Till Time and Love
Haste to their everlasting rest.
Alexis.
VII
Ah subtile swaine! doth not my flame rise highAs yours, and burne as hot?
Am not I shot
With the selfe fame Artillery?
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VIII
And can I breath without her ai'r?Amyn.
VIII
why thenFrom thy tempestuous Earth
Where blood and dearth
Raigne 'stead of Kings, agen
IX
Waste thy selfe over, and lest stormes from farArise, bring in our sight
The Seas delight,
Lucasta that bright Northerne star.
Alexis.
X
But as we cut the rugged deepe, I feareThe green God stops his fell
Chariot of shell
And smooths the maine to ravish her.
Amyntor.
XI
Oh no, the Prince of waters fires are done,He as his Empire Old
And Rivers Cold,
His Queen now runs a bed to th'Sun;
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XII
But all his treasure he shall ope' that day:Tritons shall sound, his fleete
In silver meete,
And to her their rich offrings pay.
Alexis.
XIII
We flye Amyntor, not amaz'd how sentBy Water, Earth, or Aire:
Or if with her
By Fire, ev'n there
I move in mine owne Element.
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