Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (1), by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Dull as I was, to think that a court fly Last Line: But the sweet little bees large monument. Subject(s): Bees; Faces; Insects; Beekeeping; Bugs | ||||||||
Dull as I was, to think that a Court Fly, Presum'd so neer her Eye; When 'twas th'industrious Bee Mistook her glorious Face for Paradise, To summe up all his Chymistry of Spice; With a brave pride and honour led, Neer both her Suns he makes his bed; And though a Spark struggles to rise as red: Then AEmulates the gay Daughter of Day, Acts the Romantick Phoenix fate: When now with all his Sweeets lay'd out in state, Lucasta scatters but one Heat, And all the Aromatick pills do sweat, And Gums calcin'd, themselves to powder beat; Which a fresh gale of Air Conveys into her Hair; Then chast he's set on fire, And in these holy flames doth glad expire; And that black marble Tablet there So neer her either Sphere, Was plac'd; nor foyl, nor Ornament, But the sweet little Bees large Monument. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXHAUSTED BUG; FOR MY FATHER by ROBERT BLY PLASTIC BEATITUDE by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR BEETLE LIGHT; FOR DANIEL HILLEN by MADELINE DEFREES CLEMATIS MONTANA by MADELINE DEFREES THOMAS MERTON AND THE WINTER MARSH by NORMAN DUBIE GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE |
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