Author: Andrew Marvell

Ametas Think’st Thou that this Love can stand, Whilst Thou still dost say me nay? Love unpaid does soon disband: […]

Come little Infant, Love me now, While thine unsuspected years Clear thine aged Fathers brow From cold Jealousie and Fears. […]

Translated. Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor.2. Stet quicunque volet potens Aulae culmine lubrico &c. Climb at Court for me that […]

Charissimo Filio Edmundo Trotio Posuimus Pater & Mater Frustra superstites. Legite Parentes, vanissimus hominum ordo, Figuli Filiorum, Substructores Hominum, Fartores […]

song Fauc1 First. [Chorus. Endymion. Luna.] Chorus. Th’ Astrologers own Eyes are set, And even Wolves the Sheep forget; Only […]

Nempe sic innumero succrescunt agmine libri, Saepia vix toto ut jam natet una mari. Fortius assidui surgunt a vulnere praeli: […]

The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Faun and it will dye. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill […]

Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris, Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu. Sollicita Flores stant ambitione supini, Et certant foliis […]

To make a final conquest of all me, Love did compose so sweet an Enemy, In whom both Beauties to […]

Daphnis must from Chloe part: Now is come the dismal Hour That must all his Hopes devour, All his Labour, […]

Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to […]

First was the world as one great cymbal made, Where jarring winds to infant Nature played. All music was a […]

Oblig’d by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, […]

Sit further, and make room for thine own fame, Where just desert enrolles thy honour’d Name The good Interpreter. Some […]

The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. […]

As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry’d hence and did not know’t. But was amaz’d on […]

C. Damon come drive thy flocks this way. D. No : ’tis too late they went astray. C. I have […]

A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care […]

Quisnam adeo, mortale genus, praecordia versat: Heu Palmae, Laurique furor, vel simplicis Herbae! Arbor ut indomitos ornet vix una labores; […]

See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its […]