<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amarantha sweet and fair<br>Ah braid no more that shining hair!<br> As my curious hand or eye<br>Hovering round thee let it fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Let it fly as unconfin'd<br>As its calm ravisher, the wind,<br> Who hath left his darling th'East,<br>To wanton o'er that spicy nest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ev'ry tress must be confest<br>But neatly tangled at the best;<br> Like a clue of golden thread,<br>Most excellently ravelled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Do not then wind up that light<br>In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night;<br> Like the sun in's early ray,<br>But shake your head and scatter day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See 'tis broke! Within this grove<br>The bower, and the walks of love,<br> Weary lie we down and rest,<br>And fan each other's panting breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Here we'll strip and cool our fire<br>In cream below, in milk-baths higher:<br> And when all wells are drawn dry,<br>I'll drink a tear out of thine eye,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Which our very joys shall leave<br>That sorrows thus we can deceive;<br> Or our very sorrows weep,<br>That joys so ripe, so little keep.</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=499024" data-title="Song To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair de Richard Lovelace" data-description="Amarantha sweet and fair Ah braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye Hovering round thee let it fly. Let it fly as unconfin'd As its calm ravisher, the wind, Who hath left his darling th'East, To wanton o'er that spicy nest. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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