 | Claude J. Summers, Ted-Larry Pebworth - 1995 - Страниц: 254
...physical state of imprisonment and the state of moral freedom, he also finds himself sensuously entangled: When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my Gates;...divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates: When I lye tangled in her haire, And fetterd to her eye; The Gods that wanton in the Aire, Know no such Liberty.... | |
 | Stephen C. Manganiello - 2004 - Страниц: 632
...graceful lyrics and dashing career made him the prototype of the perfect Cavalier. To Althea, From Prison When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within...tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye, The gods, that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying... | |
 | Ebenezer Cobham Brewer - 2004 - Страниц: 596
...(1591). Althe'a (The divine), of Richard Lovelace, was Lucy Sacheverell, called by the poet, Lucretia. When love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates. . (The "grates" here referred to were those of a prison in which Lovelace wag confined by... | |
 | Lawrence Rainey - 2005 - Страниц: 1217
...shall not be reft from thee no Althea from the poem by Richard Lovelace (1618-57), "To Althea, from Prison": When Love with unconfined wings / Hovers...my divine Althea brings / To whisper at the grates ..." libretto a text to be sung to music. 32 Lawes and Jenkins . . . Dolmetsch Henry Lawes (1596-1662)... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - Страниц: 512
...was considered the ideal figure of the courtier: aristocratic, witty, and chivalrous. To Althea, from Prison When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within...divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates; When I lye tangled in her haire And fettered to her eye; The Gods that wanton in the Aire, Know no such Liberty.... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1860 - Страниц: 332
...chiefly lives ! TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. KIOHARD LOVELACE, born 1618, died 1658. WHEN love with vmconfmed wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air,... | |
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PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. 
