The Poetical Works of Andrew Marvell: With a Memoir of the AuthorLittle, Brown, 1857 - 335 pages |
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AMETAS Andrew Marvell appear arms Bishop breast burn CHARING Charles cheat CLORINDA command conscience court Cromwell crown DAMON dear death didst divine DORINDA doth draw Duke Duke of York Dutch e'er earth Elysium ENDYMION English eyes fair fall fame fate fear fight fire fire of London flames fleet flowers grass green grief happy hast hath Haud head heart heaven holy honour Inque isle John Coventry king lest Lord Lord Danby Marvell Marvell's mind mortal ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once Painter Parker parliament peace Pett Pict poems praise quæ Rehearsal Transprosed reign Rome sacred scorn seems shine ships sight sing soul stars straight strong Summæ sweet sword tears thee thine thing thou thought THYESTES THYRSIS tree twas unto virtue weep Whilst whore wind WOOL-CHURCH wound youth
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Page 138 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor called the Gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right ; But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Page 119 - Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Page 55 - 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 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...
Page 50 - I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness, And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.
Page 51 - twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delight was still On roses thus itself to fill, And its pure virgin limbs to fold In whitest sheets of lilies cold : Had it lived long, it would have been Lilies without, roses within.
Page 30 - Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines; Curl me about, ye gadding vines; And oh so close your circles lace, That I may never leave this place; But, lest your fetters prove too weak, Ere I your silken bondage break, Do you, O brambles, chain me too, And, courteous briars, nail me through.
Page 117 - So the soul, that drop, that ray Of the clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within the human flower be seen, Remembering still its former height, Shuns the sweet leaves and blossoms green; And, recollecting its own light, Does, in its pure and circling thoughts, express The greater heaven in an heaven less.
Page 111 - Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; Perils and snares beset thee round : Beware of all ; guard every part ; But most the traitor in thy heart. 5 Come, then, my soul ! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield ; Put on the armor from above Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.
Page 118 - While all flowers and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose! Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men.
Page 140 - But from this valour sad Shrink underneath the plaid — Happy, if in the tufted brake The English hunter him mistake, Nor lay his hounds in near The Caledonian deer. But Thou, the War's and Fortune's son, March indefatigably on...