Andrew Marvell

(31 March 1621 – 16 August 1678 / Yorkshire, England)

Andrew Marvell Poems

1. In The French Translation Of Lucan, By Monsieur De Brebeuf Are These Verses 12/31/2002
2. Inscribenda Luparae 12/31/2002
3. To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of The Popular Errors 12/31/2002
4. Senec. Traged. Ex Thyeste Chor.2 12/31/2002
5. To Christina, Queen Of Sweden 1/3/2003
6. Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-Borow 12/31/2002
7. The Picture Of Little T. C. In A Prospect Of Flowers 1/4/2003
8. The First Anniversary Of The Government Under O.C. 12/31/2002
9. Tom May's Death 12/31/2002
10. Last Instructions To A Painter 1/3/2003
11. The Mower's Song 12/31/2002
12. Upon An Eunuch; A Poet. Fragment 12/31/2002
13. On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over The Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of Teneriff.1657 12/31/2002
14. To His Noble Friend, Mr. Richard Lovelace, Upon His Poems 1/3/2003
15. The Character Of Holland 12/31/2002
16. To Songs At The Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell 12/31/2002
17. The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Fawn 1/3/2003
18. The Gallery 12/31/2002
19. Fleckno, An English Priest At Rome 1/3/2003
20. The Death Of Cromwell 1/3/2003
21. The Mower To The Glow-Worms 1/1/2004
22. Upon Appleton House, To My Lord Fairfax 12/31/2002
23. The Coronet 12/31/2002
24. Cromwell's Return 1/3/2003
25. The Unfortunate Lover 12/31/2002
26. Mourning 12/31/2002
27. On Mr. Milton's Paradise Lost 12/31/2002
28. The Fair Singer 12/31/2002
29. The Match 12/31/2002
30. A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda 12/31/2002
31. First Anniversary 1/3/2003
32. The Mower Against Gardens 12/31/2002
33. Young Love 12/31/2002
34. Daphnis And Chloe 12/31/2002
35. A Garden, Written After The Civil Wars 1/4/2003
36. Ametas And Thestylis Making Hay-Ropes 12/31/2002
37. On A Drop Of Dew 12/31/2002
38. Music's Empire 1/3/2003
39. In Legationem Domini Oliveri St. John Ad Provincias Foederatas 12/31/2002
40. Damon The Mower 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Andrew Marvell

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...

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Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris,
Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu.
Sollicita Flores stant ambitione supini,
Et certant foliis pellicuisse suis.
Illa tamen patriae lustrans fastigia Sphaerae,
Negligit hospitii limina picta novi.
Inque sui nitido conclusa voluminis orbe,
Exprimit aetherei qua licet Orbis aquas.
En ut odoratum spernat generosior Ostrum,

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