Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A DIALOGUE: LUTE AND VOICE, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Sing, laura, whilst silent are the spheres Last Line: And the high heav'n to stoop to hell? | ||||||||
Lute. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the spheres, And all the eyes of heaven are turn'd to ears. Voice. Touch thy dead wood, and make each living tree Unchain its feet, take arms, and follow thee. Chorus Lute. Sing. Voice. Touch. O touch. Lute. O sing: Both. It is the soul's, soul's sole offering. Voice. Touch the divinity of thy chords, and make Each heartstring tremble, and each sinew shake. Lute. Whilst with your voice you rarefy the air, None but an host of angels hover here. Chorus Lute. Sing. Voice. Touch, etc. Voice. Touch thy soft lute, and in each gentle thread The lion and the panther captive lead. Lute. Sing, and in heav'n enthrone deposed Love, Whilst angels dance, and fiends in order move. Double Chorus What sacred charm may this then be In harmony, That thus can make the angels wild, The devils mild, And teach low hell to heav'n to swell, And the high heav'n to stoop to hell? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA BELLA BONA ROBA by RICHARD LOVELACE THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING BEYOND THE SEAS by RICHARD LOVELACE TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (1) by RICHARD LOVELACE A BLACK PATCH ON LUCASTA'S FACE (2) by RICHARD LOVELACE |
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