To Lucasta, I Laugh And Sing

Richard Lovelace

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 antick 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.

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• 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
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• Richard Lovelace : To The Right Hon. My Lady Anne Lovelace
• Richard Lovelace : Upon The Curtain Of Lucasta's Picture, It Was Thus Wrought

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• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, Her Reserved Looks
• 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