...from the county of Kent, Therein he wrote the following beautiful poem : TO ALTHEA, J-'ROM PRISON. When love, with unconfined wings, Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her lair, And fetter'd with her eye, The birds that wanton in the...

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...gates, And my divine Altheu brings N/ RICHARD LOVELACE. 101 When I lie tangled in her hair, And fctter'd to her eye, — The birds, that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round, With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound,...

...would be to each a flame If love or fear would let me tell his name. REN JONSON TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. Hovers within my gates ; And my divine Althea brings...at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The birds, that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run...

...be to most of our readers, it would be unfair to substitute any other specimen of his poetry : — " When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates,...And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates ; \Vhen I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye ; The birds" that wanton in the air •...

...felt assured of meeting with applause from the incapable; so I cleaned my harsh pipe and began — ' When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea ' ' Excuse me!,' shouted the red-haired young man. I stopped and looked at the listeners. A glum look...

...Therein he wrote the following beautiful poem : TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. When lore, with nnconfined wings, Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her lair, And fetter'd with her eye, The birds that wanton in the...

...: While some so like to thorns and nettles live, That none for them can, when they perish, grieve. WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, — The birds that wanton in the...

...nettles live, That none for them can, when they perish, grieve. LXXIII. WHEN Love with unconfinëd wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air...

...nettles live, That none for them can, when they perish, grieve. LXXIII. WHEN Love with unconfinëd wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, — • The birds that wanton...