Andrew Marvell Poems
|41.||Thoughts In A Garden||1/4/2003|
|42.||The Mower To The Glow-Worms||1/1/2004|
|43.||The Unfortunate Lover||12/31/2002|
|44.||A Dialogue, Between The Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure||12/31/2002|
|45.||Last Instructions To A Painter||1/3/2003|
|46.||Tom May's Death||12/31/2002|
|47.||A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C.||12/31/2002|
|54.||An Horatian Ode Upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland||1/3/2003|
|55.||Upon Appleton House, To My Lord Fairfax||12/31/2002|
|56.||The Fair Singer||12/31/2002|
|61.||A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body||12/31/2002|
|62.||Eyes And Tears||12/31/2002|
|63.||The Definition Of Love||12/31/2002|
|64.||To His Coy Mistress||12/31/2002|
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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...
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland
The forward youth that would appear
Must now forsake his muses dear,
Nor in the shadows sing,
His numbers languishing.
'Tis time to leave the books in dust,
And oil the unusèd armour's rust:
Removing from the wall