Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AMYNTOR, FROM BEYOND THE SEA, TO ALEXIS; A DIALOGUE, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Alexis! Ah alexis! Can it be Last Line: I move in mine own element. | ||||||||
Amyntor. ALEXIS! ah Alexis! can it be, Though so much wet and dry Doth drown our eye, Thou keep'st thy winged voice from me? Alexis. Amyntor, a profounder sea, I fear, Hath swallow'd me; where now My arms do row, I float i' th' ocean of a tear. Lucasta weeps lest I look back and tread Your wat'ry land again. Amyntor. I'd through the rain; Such show'rs are quickly overspread. Conceive how joy, after this short divorce, Will circle her with beams, When, like your streams, You shall roll back with kinder force, And call the helping winds to vent your thought. Alexis. Amyntor! Chloris! where, Or in what sphere Say, may that glorious fair be sought? Amyntor. She's now the centre of these arms e'er blest, Whence may she never move, Till Time and Love Haste to their everlasting rest. Alexis. Ah subtle swain! doth not my flame rise high As yours, and burn as hot? Am not I shot With the selfsame artillery? And can I breathe without her air? Amynt. Why then, From thy tempestuous earth, Where blood and dearth Reign 'stead of kings, agen Waft thyself over, and lest storms from far Arise, bring in our sight The sea's delight, Lucasta, that bright Northern star. Alexis. But as we cut the rugged deep, I fear The green god stops his fell Chariot of shell, And smoothes the main to ravish her. Amyntor. Oh no, the Prince of Waters' fires are done; He as his empire old, And rivers, cold; His queen now runs abed to th' sun; But all his treasure he shall ope that day: Tritons shall sound, his fleet In silver meet, And to her their rich off'rings pay. Alexis. We fly, Amyntor, not amaz'd how sent By water, earth, or air; Or if with her By fire, ev'n there I move in mine own element. | 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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