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...no bound, but makes his power his fhores. TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON-. BY RICHARD LOVELACE, ESQ^* Wf HEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whifper at my grates ; When I lye tangled in her haire, 5 And fetter'd ' with' her eye, The ' birds'...

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...to thyself, and old, They then with thee incessantly grew cold. SONG. To Althea, from prison. WHEW 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 fetter'd to her eye, — The " birds,"* that wanton...

...faithless to thyself, and old, They then with thee incessantly grew cold. ». SONG. To Althea,from 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 fetter'd to her eye, — The birds,• that wanton...

...inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear! so much, TO ALTHEA, FROM 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 fetter'd to her eye,— The birds, that wanton in the...