A Dialogue Between The Soul And The Body By Andrew Marvell

A Dialogue Between The Soul And The Body By Andrew Marvell SOUL O who shall, from this dungeon, raise A soul enslav’d so many ways? With bolts of bones, that fetter’d stands In feet, and manacled in hands; Here blinded with an eye, and there Deaf with the drumming of an ear; A soul hung […]

The Definition Of Love By Andrew Marvell

The Definition Of Love By Andrew Marvell My love is of a birth as rareAs ’tis for object strange and high;It was begotten by DespairUpon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair aloneCould show me so divine a thingWhere feeble Hope could ne’er have flown,But vainly flapp’d its tinsel wing. And yet I quickly might arriveWhere my extended soul is fixt,But […]

The Mower To The Glow-Worms By Andrew Marvell

The Mower To The Glow-Worms By Andrew Marvell Ye living lamps, by whose dear lightThe nightingale does sit so late,And studying all the summer night,Her matchless songs does meditate; Ye country comets, that portendNo war nor prince’s funeral,Shining unto no higher endThan to presage the grass’s fall; Ye glow-worms, whose officious flameTo wand’ring mowers shows the way,That […]

Bermudas By Andrew Marvell

Bermudas By Andrew Marvell Where the remote Bermudas rideIn th’ ocean’s bosom unespy’d,From a small boat, that row’d along,The list’ning winds receiv’d this song. What should we do but sing his praiseThat led us through the wat’ry mazeUnto an isle so long unknown,And yet far kinder than our own?Where he the huge sea-monsters wracks,That lift the […]

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The Fair Singer By Andrew Marvell

The Fair Singer By Andrew Marvell To make a final conquest of all me,Love did compose so sweet an enemy,In whom both beauties to my death agree,Joining themselves in fatal harmony;That while she with her eyes my heart does bind,She with her voice might captivate my mind. I could have fled from one but singly fair,My […]

The Garden By Andrew Marvell

The Garden By Andrew Marvell How vainly men themselves amazeTo win the palm, the oak, or bays,And their uncessant labours seeCrown’d from some single herb or tree,Whose short and narrow verged shadeDoes prudently their toils upbraid;While all flow’rs and all trees do closeTo weave the garlands of repose. Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,And Innocence, […]

To His Coy Mistress By Andrew Marvell

To His Coy Mistress By Andrew Marvell 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 love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would […]