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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY LADY H., by RICHARD LOVELACE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Tell me, ye subtle judges in love's treasury Last Line: Finding she could not look, she strook him dead. | |||
TELL me, ye subtle judges in love's treasury, Inform me which hath most enrich'd mine eye, This diamond's greatness, or its clarity? Ye cloudy spark-lights, whose vast multitude Of fires are harder to be found than view'd, Wait on this star in her first magnitude. Calmly or roughly, ah! she shines too much! That now I lie (her influence is such) Crush'd with too strong a hand, or soft a touch. Lovers, beware! a certain, double harm Waits your proud hopes, her looks' all-killing charm, Guarded by her as true victorious arm. Thus with her eyes brave Tamyris spake dread, Which when the king's dull breast not entered, Finding she could not look, she strook him dead. | 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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