To Lucasta. Her Reserved Looks

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Title:     To Lucasta. Her Reserved Looks
Author: Richard Lovelace [More Titles by Lovelace]

LUCASTA, frown, and let me die,
But smile, and see, I live;
The sad indifference of your eye
Both kills and doth reprieve.
You hide our fate within its screen;
We feel our judgment, ere we hear.
So in one picture I have seen
An angel here, the devil there.

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Richard Lovelace's poem: To Lucasta. Her Reserved Looks

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