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Lucasta

Epodes, Odes, Sonnets, Songs, &c. To which is added Aramantha, A Pastorall. By Richard Lovelace
Lovelace, Richard (1618-1658)

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THE DEDICATION. To the Right Honourable, my Lady ANNE LOVELACE.
  
To my best Brother on his Poems, called Lucasta.
  
On the POEMS.
  
To my much loved friend, Richard Lovelace Esq.
  
To my Noble and most ingenious Friend, Col. Richard Lovelace, upon his LUCASTA.
  
Another, upon the POEMS.
  
To his much honoured Friend Mr. Richard Lovelace, on his Poems.
  
[The world shall now no longer mourne, nor vex]
  
To his Noble Friend Mr. Richard Lovelace, upon his POEMS.
  
To Colonel RICHARD LOVELACE, on the publishing of his ingenious Poems.
  
To the Honorable, Valiant, and Ingenious Colonel Richard Lovelace, on his Exquisite POEMS.
  
To his Honoured and Ingenious Friend Col. Richard Lovelace, on his LUCASTA.
  
To my Deare Brother, Colonel Richard Lovelace.
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Song. To Lucasta,
  
Song. To Lucasta,
  
A Paradox.
  
Song. To Amarantha,
  
To Chloe,
  
Sonnet.
  
Ode. To Lucasta.
  
Gratiana dauncing and singing.
  
The Scrutinie.
  
Princesse Loysa drawing.
  
Princesse Katherine borne, christened, buried in one day.
  
Love Conquer'd.
  
A loose Saraband.
  
A forsaken Lady to her false Servant that is disdained by his new Mistris.
  
Orpheus to Beasts.
  
Orpheus to Woods.
  
The Grasse-hopper.
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Dialogue. Lucasta, Alexis.
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To Ellinda,
  
Sonnet.
  
Lucasta Weeping.
  
The Vintage to the Dungeon.
  
On the Death of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer.
  
To Lucasta. From Prison.
  
Lucasta's Fanne,
  
Lucasta, taking the waters at Tunbridge.
  
To Lucasta.
  
To my Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly:
  
Elinda's Glove
  
To Fletcher reviv'd.
  
The Lady A. L.
  
A Prologue to the Scholars.
  
The Epilogue.
  
Clitophon and Lucippe translated.
  
To my truely valiant, learned Friend, who in his booke resolv'd the Art Gladiatory into the Mathematick's.
  
Amyntor's Grove, His Chloris, Arico, and Gratiana,
  
Against the Love of Great Ones.
  
Lucasta paying her Obsequies to the Chast memory of my dearest Cosin Mrs. Bowes Barne.
  
To Althea, From Prison.
  
Being treated To Ellinda.
  
Sonnet. To Generall Goring, after the pacification at Berwicke.
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Sir Thomas Wortley's, Sonnet Answered.
  
The Sonnet.
  
Sir Thomas Wortley's, Sonnet Answered.
  
A Guiltlesse Lady imprisoned; after penanced.
  
Upon the Curtaine of Lucasta's Picture, it was thus wrought.
  
To his Deare Brother Colonel F. L. immoderately mourning my Brothers untimely Death at Carmarthen.
  
On the Death of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, only Sister to Mr C. Cotton.
  
Lucasta's World.
  
To a Lady that desired me I would beare my part with her in a Song.
  
Valiant Love.
  
The Apostacy of one, and but one Lady.
  
La Bella Bona Roba.
  
[I cannot tell who loves the Skeleton]
  
A La Bourbon.
  
The faire Begger.
  
To Ellinda. Vpon his late recovery.
  
Amyntor from beyond the Sea to Alexis.
  
A Lady with a Falcon on her fist.
  
Calling Lucasta from her Retirement.
  
Aramantha.

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Calling Lucasta from her Retirement.

Ode.

I

From the dire Monument of thy black roome
Wher now that vestal flame thou dost intombe
As in the inmost Cell of all Earths Wombe.

II

Sacred Lucasta like the pow'rfull ray
Of Heovenly Truth passe this Cimmerian way,
Whilst all the Standards of your beames display?

III

Arise and climbe our whitest highest Hill,
There your sad thoughts with joy and wonder fill,
And see Seas colme as Earth, Earth as your Will.
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IV

Behold how lightning like a Taper flyes
And guilds your Chari't, but ashamed dyes
Seeing it selfe out-gloried by your Eyes.

V

Threatning and boystrous tempests gently bow,
And to your steps part in soft paths, when now
There no where hangs a Cloud, but on your brow.

VI

No showrs but 'twixt your lids, nor gelid snow,
But what your whiter chaster brest doth ow,
Whilst winds in Chains colder your sorrow blow.

VII

Shrill Trumpets doe only sound to Eate
Artillery hath loaden ev'ry dish with meate,
And Drums at ev'ry Health Alarmes beate.
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VIII

All Things Lucasta, but Lucasta call,
Trees borrow Tongues, Waters in accents fall,
The Aire doth sing, and Fire's Musicall.

IX

Awake from the dead Vault in which you dwell,
All's Loyall here, except your thoughts rebell,
Which so let loose, often their Gen'rall quell.

X

See! She obeys! by all obeyed thus;
No storms, heats, Colds, no soules contentious,
Nor Civill War is found—I meane, to us.

XI

Lovers and Angels, though in Heav'n they show
And see the Woes and Discords here below
What they not feele, must not be said to know.
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