John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Rihard Lovelae 1618-1657? John Bartlett
| 1 |
| Oh, could you view the melody Of every grace And music of her face, 1 You ’d drop a tear; Seeing more harmony In her bright eye Than now you hear. |
| Orpheus to Beasts. |
| 2 |
| I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov’d I not honour more. |
| To Lucasta, on going to the Wars. |
| 3 |
| When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames. 2 |
| To Althea from Prison, ii. |
| 4 |
| Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty. |
| To Althea from Prison, ii. |
| 5 |
| 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. |
| To Althea from Prison, iv. |
| Note 1. See Browne, Quotation 8. The mind, the music breathing from her face.—Lord Byron: Bride of Abydos, canto i. stanza 6. [back] |
| Note 2. See Shakespeare, Coriolanus, Quotation 3. [back] |