<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lucasta Paying Her Obsequies To The Chast Memory Of My Dearest Cosin Mrs. Bowes Barne[s]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>See! what an undisturbed teare<br> She weepes for her last sleepe;<br>But, viewing her, straight wak'd a Star,<br> She weepes that she did weepe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> II.<br>Griefe ne're before did tyranize<br> On th' honour of that brow,<br>And at the wheeles of her brave eyes<br> Was captive led til now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> III.<br>Thus, for a saints apostacy<br> The unimagin'd woes<br>And sorrowes of the Hierarchy<br> None but an angel knowes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> IV.<br>Thus, for lost soules recovery<br> The clapping of all wings<br>And triumphs of this victory<br> None but an angel sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> V.<br>So none but she knows to bemone<br> This equal virgins fate,<br>None but LUCASTA can her crowne<br> Of glory celebrate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> VI.<br>Then dart on me (CHAST LIGHT) one ray,<br> By which I may discry<br>Thy joy cleare through this cloudy day<br> To dresse my sorrow by.</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=498993" data-title="Lucasta Paying Her Obsequies To The Chast Memory Of My Dearest Cosin Mrs. Bowes Barne[s] de Richard Lovelace" data-description="I. See! what an undisturbed teare She weepes for her last sleepe; But, viewing her, straight wak'd a Star, She weepes that she did weepe. II. Griefe ne're before did tyranize On th' honour of that brow, And at the wheeles of her brave eyes ..."></div> </div> </div>

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