To Lucasta, Her Reserved Looks

Richard Lovelace

Lucasta, frown, and let me die,
  But smile, and see, I live;
The sad indifference of your eye
  Both kills and doth reprieve.
You hide our fate within its screen;
  We feel our judgment, ere we hear.
So in one picture I have seen
  An angel here, the devil there.

Next 10 Poems

• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, I Laugh And Sing
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, Like To The Sentinel Stars
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta. Going To The Warres.
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta. The Rose.
• Richard Lovelace : To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral And Divine
• Richard Lovelace : To My Noble Kinsman Thomas Stanley, Esq. On His Lyrick Poems Composed By Mr. John Gamble.
• Richard Lovelace : To My Truely Valiant, Learned Friend; Who In His Brooke Resolv'd The Art Gladiatory Into The Mathematicks
• Richard Lovelace : To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: On That Excellent Picture Of His Majesty And The Duke Of York, Drawne By Him At Hampton- Court
• Richard Lovelace : To The Genius Of Mr. John Hall. On His Exact Translation Of Hierocles His Comment Upon The Golden Verses Of Pythagoras.
• Richard Lovelace : To The Right Hon. My Lady Anne Lovelace

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• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, Going To The Wars
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, Going Beyond The Seas
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, From Prison
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta Ode Lyrick
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta From Prison An Epode
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta
• Richard Lovelace : To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.
• Richard Lovelace : To His Deare Brother Colonel F. L. Immoderately Mourning My Brothers Untimely Death At Carmarthen
• Richard Lovelace : To Fletcher Reviv'd
• Richard Lovelace : To Ellinda, That Lately I Have Not Written