A Book of old English love songs . HEN Love with unconfined wingsHovers within my gates,And my divine Althea bringsTo whisper at the grates;When I lie tangled in her hair And fetterd to her eye,The Gods that wanton in the airKnow no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames,Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames;When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free-Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such ]. tEo aitljea from prison When, (like committed linnets), I With shriller throat shall singThe swee
A Book of old English love songs . HEN Love with unconfined wingsHovers within my gates,And my divine Althea bringsTo whisper at the grates;When I lie tangled in her hair And fetterd to her eye,The Gods that wanton in the airKnow no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames,Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames;When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free-Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such ]. tEo aitljea from prison When, (like committed linnets), I With shriller throat shall singThe sweetness, mercy, majesty And glories of my King;When I shall voice aloud how good He is, how great should be,Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage;Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage;If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty. — Richard Lovelace.
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