Author: Andrew Marvell

You, that decipher out the Fate Of humane Off-springs from the Skies, What mean these Infants which of late Spring […]

Sir, Our times are much degenerate from those Which your sweet muse with your fair fortune chose, And as complexions […]

Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use, Did after him the World seduce: And from the Fields the Flow’rs […]

An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell’s Return From Ireland The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear, […]

Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining […]

Verses to accompany a portrait of Cromwell Bright Martial Maid, Queen of the frozen zone, The northern pole supports thy […]

Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli, Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito? Num satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Astrum, Qui modo […]

Haec est quae toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit, At sub qua Cives Otia lenta terunt. In eandem Reginae Sueciae transmissam Bellipotens […]

How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view’d the object vain, They […]

On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, […]

Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids, And shut up our divided Lids, Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do, […]

HOW vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown’d from […]

Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. […]

Soul O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise A Soul inslav’d so many wayes? With bolts of Bones, that fetter’d […]

Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold, Leaves the new World and hastens for the old: But though the […]

Nature had long a Treasure made Of all her choisest store; Fearing, when She should be decay’d, To beg in […]

Where the remote Bermudas ride In th’ Oceans bosome unespy’d, From a small Boat, that row’d along, The listning Winds […]

Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th’Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as […]

That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell’s head, and numbred ev’ry hair, Now in its self (the […]

Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv’d it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos’d […]