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. Senec. Traged. Ex Thyeste Chor.2 12/31/2002
3. Inscribenda Luparae 12/31/2002
4. To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of The Popular Errors 12/31/2002
5. Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-Borow 12/31/2002
6. To Christina, Queen Of Sweden 1/3/2003
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. On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over The Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of Teneriff.1657 12/31/2002
11. The Character Of Holland 12/31/2002
12. Last Instructions To A Painter 1/3/2003
13. To His Noble Friend, Mr. Richard Lovelace, Upon His Poems 1/3/2003
14. Upon An Eunuch; A Poet. Fragment 12/31/2002
15. Fleckno, An English Priest At Rome 1/3/2003
16. To Songs At The Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell 12/31/2002
17. The Death Of Cromwell 1/3/2003
18. The Mower's Song 12/31/2002
19. The Mower To The Glow-Worms 1/1/2004
20. The Coronet 12/31/2002
21. The Gallery 12/31/2002
22. On Mr. Milton's Paradise Lost 12/31/2002
23. The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Fawn 1/3/2003
24. The Match 12/31/2002
25. Upon Appleton House, To My Lord Fairfax 12/31/2002
26. A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda 12/31/2002
27. The Unfortunate Lover 12/31/2002
28. Mourning 12/31/2002
29. Cromwell's Return 1/3/2003
30. The Mower Against Gardens 12/31/2002
31. On A Drop Of Dew 12/31/2002
32. The Fair Singer 12/31/2002
33. Music's Empire 1/3/2003
34. Young Love 12/31/2002
35. Daphnis And Chloe 12/31/2002
36. Clorinda And Damon 12/31/2002
37. A Garden, Written After The Civil Wars 1/4/2003
38. First Anniversary 1/3/2003
39. Damon The Mower 12/31/2002
40. A Dialogue, Between The Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure 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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Cromwell's Return

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

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