Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO LUCASTA (2), by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I laugh and sing, but cannot tell Last Line: Turn all to saraband. | ||||||||
I LAUGH and sing, but cannot tell Whether the folly on 't sounds well; But then I groan, Methinks in tune, Whilst Grief, Despair and Fear dance to the air Of my despised prayer. A pretty antic Love does this, Then strikes a galliard with a kiss; As in the end The chords they rend: So you but with a touch from your fair hand Turn all to saraband. | 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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