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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498991" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lucasta At The Bath.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>I' th' autumn of a summer's day,<br>When all the winds got leave to play,<br>LUCASTA, that fair ship, is lanch'd,<br>And from its crust this almond blanch'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II.<br>Blow then, unruly northwind, blow,<br>'Till in their holds your eyes you stow;<br>And swell your cheeks, bequeath chill death;<br>See! she hath smil'd thee out of breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III.<br>Court, gentle zephyr, court and fan<br>Her softer breast's carnation wan;<br>Your charming rhethorick of down<br>Flyes scatter'd from before her frown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IV.<br>Say, my white water-lilly, say,<br>How is't those warm streams break away,<br>Cut by thy chast cold breast, which dwells<br>Amidst them arm'd in isicles?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> V.<br>And the hot floods, more raging grown,<br>In flames of thee then in their own,<br>In their distempers wildly glow,<br>And kisse thy pillar of fix'd snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VI.<br>No sulphur, through whose each blew vein<br>The thick and lazy currents strein,<br>Can cure the smarting nor the fell<br>Blisters of love, wherewith they swell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VII.<br>These great physicians of the blind,<br>The lame, and fatal blains of Inde<br>In every drop themselves now see<br>Speckled with a new leprosie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VIII.<br>As sick drinks are with old wine dash'd,<br>Foul waters too with spirits wash'd,<br>Thou greiv'd, perchance, one tear let'st fall,<br>Which straight did purifie them all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IX.<br>And now is cleans'd enough the flood,<br>Which since runs cleare as doth thy blood;<br>Of the wet pearls uncrown thy hair,<br>And mantle thee with ermin air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> X.<br>Lucasta, hail! fair conqueresse<br>Of fire, air, earth and seas!<br>Thou whom all kneel to, yet even thou<br>Wilt unto love, thy captive, bow.</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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I' th' autumn of a summer's day,
When all the winds got leave to play,
LUCASTA, that fair ship, is lanch'd,
And from its crust this almond blanch'd.

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Blow then, unruly northwind, blow,
'Till in their holds your eyes you stow;
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