Andrew Marvell

(31 March 1621 – 16 August 1678 / Yorkshire, England)

Andrew Marvell Poems

1. In The French Translation Of Lucan, By Monsieur De Brebeuf Are These Verses 12/31/2002
2. Senec. Traged. Ex Thyeste Chor.2 12/31/2002
3. Inscribenda Luparae 12/31/2002
4. To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of The Popular Errors 12/31/2002
5. Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-Borow 12/31/2002
6. The Picture Of Little T. C. In A Prospect Of Flowers 1/4/2003
7. The First Anniversary Of The Government Under O.C. 12/31/2002
8. To Christina, Queen Of Sweden 1/3/2003
9. Last Instructions To A Painter 1/3/2003
10. Tom May's Death 12/31/2002
11. On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over The Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of Teneriff.1657 12/31/2002
12. The Character Of Holland 12/31/2002
13. To His Noble Friend, Mr. Richard Lovelace, Upon His Poems 1/3/2003
14. The Gallery 12/31/2002
15. The Mower's Song 12/31/2002
16. Upon An Eunuch; A Poet. Fragment 12/31/2002
17. The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Fawn 1/3/2003
18. Fleckno, An English Priest At Rome 1/3/2003
19. To Songs At The Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell 12/31/2002
20. The Death Of Cromwell 1/3/2003
21. The Mower To The Glow-Worms 1/1/2004
22. The Coronet 12/31/2002
23. Mourning 12/31/2002
24. On Mr. Milton's Paradise Lost 12/31/2002
25. The Match 12/31/2002
26. Upon Appleton House, To My Lord Fairfax 12/31/2002
27. The Fair Singer 12/31/2002
28. A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda 12/31/2002
29. Cromwell's Return 1/3/2003
30. The Unfortunate Lover 12/31/2002
31. First Anniversary 1/3/2003
32. The Mower Against Gardens 12/31/2002
33. On A Drop Of Dew 12/31/2002
34. A Garden, Written After The Civil Wars 1/4/2003
35. Music's Empire 1/3/2003
36. Young Love 12/31/2002
37. Daphnis And Chloe 12/31/2002
38. Damon The Mower 12/31/2002
39. Clorinda And Damon 12/31/2002
40. An Epitaph 1/4/2003
Best Poem of Andrew Marvell

To His Coy Mistress

Had we but World enough, and Time,
This coyness Lady were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long Loves Day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges side.
Should'st Rubies find: I by the Tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood:
And you should if you please refuse
Till the Conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable Love should grow
Vaster then Empires, and more slow.
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine Eyes, and on thy Forehead Gaze.
Two hundred to adore each Breast.
But thirty thousand to the...

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Facundis dedit ille notis, interprete plumas
Insinuare sonos oculis, & pingere voces,
Et mentem chartis, oculis impertiit aurem.

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