Search

Search results

Displaying 61 - 70

The Gallery

The Gallery Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos'd into one Gallery; And the great Arras-hangings, made Of various Faces…

The Garden

The Garden How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes; And their uncessant Labours see Crown'd from some single Herb or Tree, Whose short and narrow verged Shade Does…

The Character of Holland

The Character of Holland Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land, As but th'Off-scouring of the Brittish Sand; And so much Earth as was contributed By English Pilots when they heav'd…

Selected Poems

Andrew MarvellContentsTo His Coy MistressOn a Drop of DewThe CoronetPortion of the Second Chorus from Seneca's Tragedy of ThyestesThe Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her FaunFleckno, an English…

Young Love

Young Love Come little Infant, Love me now, While thine unsuspected years Clear thine aged Fathers brow From cold Jealousie and Fears. Pretty surely 'twere to see By young Love old Time…

The Unfortunate Lover

The Unfortunate Lover Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet playes! Sorted by pairs, they still are seen By Fountains cool, and Shadows green. But soon these Flames…

The Match

The Match Nature had long a Treasure made Of all her choisest store; Fearing, when She should be decay'd, To beg in vain for more. Her Orientest Colours there, And Essences most pure, With…

Tom May's Death

Tom May's Death As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on the Elysian side, And with an Eye uncertain, gazing wide, Could not…

On Mr. Milton's Paradise lost

On Mr. Milton's Paradise lost When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, Rebelling Angels, the Forbidden Tree,…

To His Coy Mistress

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…