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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
COURANTE MONSIEUR, by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: That frown, aminta, now hath drown'd
Last Line: By any scorching, but a melting eye.
First Line: That frown, aminta, now hath drown'd
Last Line: By any scorching, but a melting eye.
THAT frown, Aminta, now hath drown'd
Thy bright front's power, and crown'd
Me that was bound.
No, no, deceived cruel, no;
Love's fiery darts,
Till tipp'd with kisses, never kindle hearts.
Adieu, weak beauteous tyrant, see!
Thy angry flames meant me
Retort on thee:
For know, it is decreed, proud fair,
I ne'er must die
By any scorching, but a melting eye.
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