Upon The Curtaine Of Lucasta's Picture, It Was Thus Wrought

Richard Lovelace

Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye,
All depth and minde; then mystically spye
Her soul's faire picture, her faire soul's, in all
So truely copied from th' originall,
That you will sweare her body by this law
Is but its shadow, as this, its;--now draw.

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Previous 10 Poems

• Richard Lovelace : Upon The Curtain Of Lucasta's Picture, It Was Thus Wrought
• Richard Lovelace : To The Right Hon. My Lady Anne Lovelace
• 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 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 My Truely Valiant, Learned Friend; Who In His Brooke Resolv'd The Art Gladiatory Into The Mathematicks
• Richard Lovelace : To My Noble Kinsman Thomas Stanley, Esq. On His Lyrick Poems Composed By Mr. John Gamble.
• Richard Lovelace : To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral And Divine
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta. The Rose.
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta. Going To The Warres.
• Richard Lovelace : To Lucasta, Like To The Sentinel Stars