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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Amyntor From Beyond The Sea To Alexis. A Dialogue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amyntor.<br> Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be,<br> Though so much wet and drie<br>  Doth drowne our eye,<br> Thou keep'st thy winged voice from me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Alexis.<br> Amyntor, a profounder sea, I feare,<br> Hath swallow'd me, where now<br>  My armes do row,<br> I floate i'th' ocean of a teare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lucasta weepes, lest I look back and tread<br> Your Watry land againe.<br>Amyn. I'd through the raine;<br> Such showrs are quickly over-spread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Conceive how joy, after this short divorce,<br> Will circle her with beames,<br>  When, like your streames,<br> You shall rowle back with kinder force,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And call the helping winds to vent your thought.<br>Alex. Amyntor! Chloris! where<br>  Or in what sphere<br> Say, may that glorious fair be sought?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amyn. She's now the center of these armes e're blest,<br> Whence may she never move,<br>  Till Time and Love<br> Haste to their everlasting rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alex. Ah subtile swaine! doth not my flame rise high<br> As yours, and burne as hot?<br>  Am not I shot<br> With the selfe same artillery?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And can I breath without her air?--Amyn.<br>  Why, then,<br> From thy tempestuous earth,<br>  Where blood and dearth<br> Raigne 'stead of kings, agen</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Wafte thy selfe over, and lest storms from far<br> Arise, bring in our sight<br>  The seas delight,<br> Lucasta, that bright northerne star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alex. But as we cut the rugged deepe, I feare<br> The green god stops his fell<br>  Chariot of shell,<br> And smooths the maine to ravish her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amyn. Oh no, the prince of waters' fires are done;<br> He as his empire's old,<br>  And rivers, cold;<br> His queen now runs abed to th' sun;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But all his treasure he shall ope' that day:<br> Tritons shall sound: his fleete<br>  In silver meete,<br> And to her their rich offrings pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alex. We flye, Amyntor, not amaz'd how sent<br> By water, earth, or aire:<br>  Or if with her<br>  By fire: ev'n there<br> I move in mine owne element.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a><div class=q>
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 Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be,
 Though so much wet and drie
  Doth drowne our eye,
 Thou keep'st thy winged voice from me?

  Alexis.
 Amyntor, a profounder sea, I feare,
 Hath swallow'd me, where now
  My armes do row,
 I floate i'th' oc..."></div>
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