Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657 / London / England)

o aAarantha; Tat sSe wWuld dDshevell hHr hHire - Poem by Richard Lovelace


Amarantha sweet and faire,
Ah brade no more that shining haire!
As my curious hand or eye,
Hovering round thee, let it flye.

Let it flye as unconfin'd
As it's calme ravisher, the winde,
Who hath left his darling, th' East,
To wanton o're that spicie neast.

Ev'ry tresse must be confest:
But neatly tangled at the best;
Like a clue of golden thread,
Most excellently ravelled.

Doe not then winde up that light
In ribands, and o'er-cloud in night,
Like the sun in's early ray;
But shake your head, and scatter day.

See, 'tis broke! within this grove,
The bower and the walkes of love,
Weary lye we downe and rest,
And fanne each other's panting breast.

Heere wee'll strippe and coole our fire,
In creame below, in milk-baths higher:
And when all wells are drawne dry,
I'll drink a teare out of thine eye.

Which our very joys shall leave,
That sorrowes thus we can deceive;
Or our very sorrowes weepe,
That joyes so ripe so little keepe.

Comments about o aAarantha; Tat sSe wWuld dDshevell hHr hHire by Richard Lovelace

  • Silver Star - 4,244 Points Primrose Tee (5/3/2014 4:21:00 AM)

    alright nice poem i guess (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Mark Jensen (1/4/2013 10:28:00 AM)

    I enjoyed Ted Kneebone's comment more than the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ted Kneebone (4/9/2005 9:25:00 AM)

    Early in our marriage (married in 1954) , we bought a 1936 Chevrolet. My wife, Jo, suggested we name the car. We had studied the Lovelace poem in freshman English at Northern State Teachers College (now Northern State University) . I think it was mutually agreed that we name our first car 'Amarantha.' In the below-zero winter temperatures of Aberdeen, SD, ours was often the only car that started! I think the message of the poem had little to do with Amarantha, the car. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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