Gratiana Dancing
by: Richard Lovelace (1618 - 1657)
She beat the happy pavement
By such a star made firmament,
Which now no more the roof envìes!
But swells up high, with Atlas even,
Bearing the brighter nobler heaven,
And, in her, all the deities.
Each step trod out a Lover's thought
And the ambitious hopes he brought,
Chain'd to her brave feet with such arts;
Such sweet command, and gentle awe,
As when she ceased, we sighing saw
The floore lay paved with broken hearts.
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To Amarantha, that She Would Dishevel Her Hair
Tell Me Not, Sweet
Grasshopper, The
To Lucasta Going To The Wars
To Lucasta Going Beyond The Seas
To Althea From Prison
Scrutinie, The
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