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To Lucasta, Going to the Wars

by Richard Lovelace

0.0468 − 0.8120i

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In my Solitary houres in my dear husband his Absence

by Anne Bradstreet

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To Lucasta, Going to the Wars

by Richard Lovelace

Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
         That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
         To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,
         The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
         A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
         As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee (Dear) so much,
         Lov’d I not Honour more.

In my Solitary houres in my dear husband his Absence

by Anne Bradstreet

O Lord, thou hear'st my dayly moan, 
And see'st my dropping teares:
My Troubles All are Thee before,
My Longings and my feares.

Thou hetherto hast been my God;
Thy help my soul hath found:
Tho' losse and sicknes me assail'd,
Thro' thee I've kept my Ground.

And thy Abode tho'st made with me; 
With Thee my Soul can talk
In secrett places, Thee I find,
Where I doe kneel or walk.

Tho' husband dear bee from me gone, 
Whom I doe love so well;
I have a more beloved one 
Whose comforts far excell.

O stay my heart on thee, my God, 
Uphold my fainting Soul!
And, when I know not what to doe,
I'll on thy mercyes roll.

My weaknes, thou do'st know full well, 
Of Body and of mind.
I, in this world, no comfort have,
But what from Thee I find.

Tho' children thou hast given me,
And freinds I have also:
Yet, if I see Thee not thro' them,
They are no Joy, but woe.

O shine upon me, blessed Lord, 
Ev'n for my Saviour's sake;
In Thee Alone is more than All, 
And there content I'll take.

O hear me, Lord, in this Request, 
As thou before ha'st done:
Bring back my husband, I beseech, 
As thou didst once my Sonne.

So shall I celebrate thy Praise,
Ev'n while my Dayes shall last;
And talk to my Beloved one 
Of all thy Goodnes past.

So both of us thy Kindnes, Lord, 
With Praises shall recount,
And serve Thee better than before, 
Whose Blessings thus surmount.

But give me, Lord, a better heart, 
Then better shall I bee,
To pay the vowes which I doe owe
For ever unto Thee.

Unlesse thou help, what can I doe 
But still my frailty show?
If thou assist me, Lord, 
I shall Return Thee what I owe.

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