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Andrew Marvell
(1621-1678 / Yorkshire / England)
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80 poems of Andrew Marvell
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''But 'twas beyond a mortal's share
To wander solitary there:
Two Paradises 'twere in one,
To live in Paradise alone.''
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Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British metaphysical poet. The Garden, st. 8 (written c. 1650, published 1681).
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''Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use,
Did after him the World seduce:
And from the fields the Flow'rs and Plants allure,''
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Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Mower against Gardens (l. 1-3). . .
The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. ...
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And yet these Rarities might be allow'd,
To Man, that sov'raign thing and proud;
Had he not dealt between the Bark and Tree,
Forbidden mixtures there to see.
No Plant now knew the ...
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Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Mower against Gardens (l. 19-24). . .
The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed...
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My mind was once the true survey
Of all these meadows fresh and gay,
And in the greenness of the grass
Did see its hopes as in a glass;
When Juliana came, and she,
What I do t...
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Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Mower's Song (l. 1-6). . .
The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, re...
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''Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
Since Juliana here is come,
For she my mind hath so displaced
That I shall never find my home.''
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Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Mower to the Glow-Worms (l. 13-16). . .
The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ...
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For I so truly thee bemoane,
That I shall weep though I be Stone:
Until my Tears, still drooping, wear
My breast, themselves engraving there.
There at me feet shalt thou be laid,
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Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn (l. 115-122). . .
The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. E...
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The wanton Troopers riding by
Have shot my Fawn and it will die.
Ungentle men! They cannot thrive
To kill thee. Thou ne'er didst alive
Them any harm: alas, nor could
Thy death...
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Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn.
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But all its chief delight was still
On Roses thus its self to fill:
And its pure virgin Limbs to fold
In whitest sheets of Lillies cold.
Had it liv'd long it would have been
L...
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Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn (l. 87-92). . .
The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Eli...
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''With sweetest milk, and sugar, first
I it as mine own fingers nurst.
And as it grew, so every day
It wax'd more white and sweet than they.
It had so sweet a Breath!''
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Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn (l. 55-59). . .
The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Eli...
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But O, young beauty of the woods,
Whom Nature courts with fruits and flowers,
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds;
Lest Flora, angry at thy crime
To kill her infants in their pr...
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Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Picture of Little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers (l. 33-40). . .
The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]...
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