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. The Picture Of Little T. C. In A Prospect Of Flowers 1/4/2003
7. To Christina, Queen Of Sweden 1/3/2003
8. Last Instructions To A Painter 1/3/2003
9. To His Noble Friend, Mr. Richard Lovelace, Upon His Poems 1/3/2003
10. The First Anniversary Of The Government Under O.C. 12/31/2002
11. Tom May's Death 12/31/2002
12. On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over The Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of Teneriff.1657 12/31/2002
13. The Character Of Holland 12/31/2002
14. The Mower's Song 12/31/2002
15. Upon An Eunuch; A Poet. Fragment 12/31/2002
16. Fleckno, An English Priest At Rome 1/3/2003
17. To Songs At The Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell 12/31/2002
18. The Death Of Cromwell 1/3/2003
19. The Mower To The Glow-Worms 1/1/2004
20. The Coronet 12/31/2002
21. Mourning 12/31/2002
22. The Gallery 12/31/2002
23. The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Fawn 1/3/2003
24. Upon Appleton House, To My Lord Fairfax 12/31/2002
25. A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda 12/31/2002
26. Cromwell's Return 1/3/2003
27. The Unfortunate Lover 12/31/2002
28. On Mr. Milton's Paradise Lost 12/31/2002
29. The Match 12/31/2002
30. First Anniversary 1/3/2003
31. The Mower Against Gardens 12/31/2002
32. The Fair Singer 12/31/2002
33. On A Drop Of Dew 12/31/2002
34. Music's Empire 1/3/2003
35. Thoughts In A Garden 1/4/2003
36. Clorinda And Damon 12/31/2002
37. A Garden, Written After The Civil Wars 1/4/2003
38. Young Love 12/31/2002
39. A Dialogue, Between The Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure 12/31/2002
40. Daphnis And Chloe 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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Facundis dedit ille notis, interprete plumas
Insinuare sonos oculis, & pingere voces,
Et mentem chartis, oculis impertiit aurem.

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