Richard Lovelace
Sign in to saveEnglish writer and poet (1617-1658)
Person · Open Library
- Born
- 1618
- Died
- 1658
- Works
- 24
Top works
- Prentice Hall Literature--The British Tradition
- Minor poets of the seventeenth century
- Prentice Hall Literature - Timeless Voices, Timeless Themes - The British Tradition
- Minor Poets of the 17th Century
- Lucasta: epodes, odes, sonnets, songs, &c
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Music · MusicBrainz
- Type
- Group
- Origin
- London
- Active from
- 2012
Discography
- Yet This Time2013
- Lands2016
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Listeners · Last.fm
- Listeners
- 62
- Total plays
- 90
Richard Lovelace (1618–1657) was an English poet in the seventeenth century. His best known works are "To Althea, from Prison", and "To Lucasta, Going to the Warres". <a href="https://www.last.fm/music/Richard+Lovelace">Read more on Last.fm</a>
Recent publications · Crossref
5 total works indexed
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Quotes
- “Love, then unstinted, Love did sip,And cherries plucked fresh from the lip;On cheeks and roses free he fed;Lasses like autumn plums did drop,And lads indifferently did cropA flower and a maidenhead.”
- “Poor verdant fool, and now green ice! thy joys,Large and as lasting as thy perch of grass,Bid us lay in ‘gainst winter rain, and poiseTheir floods with an o’erflowing glass.”
- “If to be absent were to beAway from thee;Or that when I am gone,You and I were alone;Then, my Lucasta, might I cravePity from blust'ring wind, or swallowing wave.”
- “Though Seas and Land betwixt us both,Our Faith and Troth,Like separated soules,All time and space controules:Above the highest sphere wee meetUnseene, unknowne, and greet as Angels greet.”
- “Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,That from the nunneryOf thy chaste breast and quiet mind,To war and arms I fly.”
- “Yet this inconstancy is suchAs you too shall adore;I could not love thee, dear, so much,Loved I not honor more.”
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