Here you will find thePoem一个脚注去了一个著名的抒情诗of poet Louise Imogen Guiney
TRUE love?s own talisman, which here Shakespeare and Sidney failed to teach, A steel-and-velvet Cavalier Gave to our Saxon speech: Chief miracle of theme and touch That upstart enviers adore: I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more. No critic born since Charles was king But sighed in smiling, as he read: ?Here ?s theft of the supremest thing A poet might have said!? Young knight and wit and beau, who won, Mid war?s adventure, ladies? praise, Was ?t well of you, ere you had done, To blight our modern bays? O yet to you, whose random hand Struck from the dark whole gems like these, Archaic beauty, never planned Nor reared by wan degrees, Which leaves an artist poor, and art An earldom richer all her years; To you, dead on your shield apart, Be ?Ave!? passed in tears. How shall this singing era spurn Her master, and in lauds be loath? Your worth, your work, bid us discern Light exquisite in both. ?T was virtue?s breath inflamed your lyre, Heroic from the heart it ran; Nor for the shedding of such fire Lives since a manlier man. And till your strophe sweet and bold So lovely aye, so lonely long, Love?s self outdo, dear Lovelace! hold The pinnacles of song.
