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 wayTo walk and pass our long love’s day.Thou by the Indian Ganges’ sideShouldst rubies find: I by the tideOf Humber would complain. I wouldLove you ten years before the Flood,And […]