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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement. Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>From the dire monument of thy black roome,<br>Wher now that vestal flame thou dost intombe,<br>As in the inmost cell of all earths wombe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  II.<br>Sacred Lucasta, like the pow'rfull ray<br>Of heavenly truth, passe this Cimmerian way,<br>Whilst all the standards of your beames display.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  III.<br>Arise and climbe our whitest, highest hill;<br>There your sad thoughts with joy and wonder fill,<br>And see seas calme as earth, earth as your will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IV.<br>Behold! how lightning like a taper flyes,<br>And guilds your chari't, but ashamed dyes,<br>Seeing it selfe out-gloried by your eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  V.<br>Threatning and boystrous tempests gently bow,<br>And to your steps part in soft paths, when now<br>There no where hangs a cloud, but on your brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VI.<br>No showrs but 'twixt your lids, nor gelid snow,<br>But what your whiter, chaster brest doth ow,<br>Whilst winds in chains colder for sorrow blow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VII.<br>Shrill trumpets doe only sound to eate,<br>Artillery hath loaden ev'ry dish with meate,<br>And drums at ev'ry health alarmes beate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VIII.<br>All things Lucasta, but Lucasta, call,<br>Trees borrow tongues, waters in accents fall,<br>The aire doth sing, and fire is musicall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IX.<br>Awake from the dead vault in which you dwell,<br>All's loyall here, except your thoughts rebell<br>Which, so let loose, often their gen'rall quell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  X.<br>See! she obeys! By all obeyed thus,<br>No storms, heats, colds, no soules contentious,<br>Nor civill war is found; I meane, to us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XI.<br>Lovers and angels, though in heav'n they show,<br>And see the woes and discords here below,<br>What they not feele, must not be said to know.</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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From the dire monument of thy black roome,
Wher now that vestal flame thou dost intombe,
As in the inmost cell of all earths wombe.

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Sacred Lucasta, like the pow'rfull ray
Of heavenly truth, passe this Cimmerian way,
Whilst all the standa..."></div>
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