. Lyrics from a library . A FIRST EDITION COPY OF LOVELACE (British Museum Reading-Room) The yellow half-light shines within On many a bulky quire;Without the pavements roar with din, And reek with ooze and mire. Sold at a bookshop called The Gun That stood in Ivy Lane,The page before me, soiled and dun, Exhales both joy and pain. Brooding upon those troublous times, In most bewitching wiseI see from out the courtly rhymes The sweet Lucasta rise. The brow no grief has writ upon, The Saxon eyes sincere,And all the winsome grace that won The poet-cavalier. The voice—but hold! what voice is that?
. Lyrics from a library . A FIRST EDITION COPY OF LOVELACE (British Museum Reading-Room) The yellow half-light shines within On many a bulky quire;Without the pavements roar with din, And reek with ooze and mire. Sold at a bookshop called The Gun That stood in Ivy Lane,The page before me, soiled and dun, Exhales both joy and pain. Brooding upon those troublous times, In most bewitching wiseI see from out the courtly rhymes The sweet Lucasta rise. The brow no grief has writ upon, The Saxon eyes sincere,And all the winsome grace that won The poet-cavalier. The voice—but hold! what voice is that? Tis Sylvias, I aver!A beauty in a Bond Street hat Who begs me go with her. Who could withstand that tender touch, Those glances that implore?Dick Lovelace, though I love thee much, Forsooth, I love her more! 25
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