Richard Lovelace.


 
ORPHEUS to BEASTS.
Song.
Set by Mr. Curtes.

I.

Here, here, oh here !  Euridice,
        Here was she slaine ;
Her soule 'still'd through a veine :
        The Gods knew lesse
That time Divinitie,
        Then ev'n, ev'n these
        Of brutishnesse.

II.

Oh could you view the Melodie
        Of ev'ry grace,
And Musick of her face,
        You'd drop a teare,
Seeing more Harmonie
        In her bright eye,
        Then now you heare.


 






Niccolo dell' Abbate (1509-1571)
Orpheus and Eurydice, detail.


Source:
Lovelace, Richard.  The Poems of Richard Lovelace.
London: Unit Library, Ltd., 1904.  34-35.


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