Treasure Island

Richard Lovelace

(1618-1657 / London / England)

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" To His Fairest Valentine Mrs. A. L.


"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
And warble forth, ye virgins nine,
Some music to my Valentine.

"Her bosom is love's paradise,
There is no heav'n but in her eyes;
She's chaster than the turtle-dove,
And fairer than the queen of love:
Yet all perfections do combine
To beautifie my Valentine.

"She's Nature's choicest cabinet,
Where honour, beauty, worth and wit
Are all united in her breast.
The graces claim an interest:
All virtues that are most divine
Shine clearest in my Valentine."
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
And warble forth, ye virgins nine,
Some music to my Valentine.

"Her bosom is love's paradise,
There is no heav'n but in her eyes;
She's chaster than the turtle-dove,
And fairer than the queen of love:
Yet all perfections do combine
To beautifie my Valentine.

"She's Nature's choicest cabinet,
Where honour, beauty, worth and wit
Are all united in her breast.
The graces claim an interest:
All virtues that are most divine
Shine clearest in my Valentine."

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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  • Carlos Echeverria (11/27/2012 11:10:00 AM)

    Catchy, has a nice beat and easy to listen to...must have made the top of the Elizabethan pop charts. (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (11/27/2011 10:39:00 AM)

    A marvellous poem wherein the poet reemphasizes the eternal truth that for a lover his lady love is the best, most virtuous and most beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (11/27/2011 10:01:00 AM)

    It's a beautiful poem by Richard Lovelace about his lady love who is more than heaven and more than above all a Nature's cabinet storing all blissful things of life in one! (Report) Reply

  • Cs Vishwanathan (11/27/2010 6:51:00 AM)

    This particular poem of Lovelace is a nearly full catalogue of all the similes and/or metaphors used by cavaliers and court poets of that era (16th/17th centuries) , only the shepherds and the bucolic similes are missing. From the rhythm of the verse it appears that this poem got its final shape after several revisions. This poem is wholly within its tradition of thought and presentation. (Report) Reply

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