<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498953" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Another</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>As I beheld a winter's evening air,<br>Curl'd in her court-false-locks of living hair,<br>Butter'd with jessamine the sun left there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II.<br>Galliard and clinquant she appear'd to give,<br>A serenade or ball to us that grieve,<br>And teach us A LA MODE more gently live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III.<br>But as a Moor, who to her cheeks prefers<br>White spots, t' allure her black idolaters,<br>Me thought she look'd all ore-bepatch'd with stars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IV.<br>Like the dark front of some Ethiopian queen,<br>Vailed all ore with gems of red, blew, green,<br>Whose ugly night seem'd masked with days skreen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> V.<br>Whilst the fond people offer'd sacrifice<br>To saphyrs, 'stead of veins and arteries,<br>And bow'd unto the diamonds, not her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VI.<br>Behold LUCASTA'S face, how't glows like noon!<br>A sun intire is her complexion,<br>And form'd of one whole constellation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VII.<br>So gently shining, so serene, so cleer,<br>Her look doth universal Nature cheer;<br>Only a cloud or two hangs here and there.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498953" data-title="Another de Richard Lovelace" data-description="I. As I beheld a winter's evening air, Curl'd in her court-false-locks of living hair, Butter'd with jessamine the sun left there. II. Galliard and clinquant she appear'd to give, A serenade or ball to us that grieve, And teach us A LA MODE mor..."></div> </div> </div>

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