Poems by Andrew Marvell

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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 determine in what place he was,

For whence in Stevens ally Trees or Grass.

Nor where the Popes head, nor the Mitre lay,

Signs by which still he found and lost his way.

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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 sweetest Perfumes hoarded were,

All as she thought secure.

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Inscribenda Luparae

Consurgit Luparae Dum non imitabile culmen,

Escuriale ingens uritur in vidia.

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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, by are laid;

That, for all furniture, you'l find

Only your Picture in my Mind.

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Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax

Within this sober Frame expect

Work of no Forrain Architect;

That unto Caves the Quarries drew,

And Forrests did to Pastures hew;

Who of his great Design in pain

Did for a Model vault his Brain,

Whose Columnes should so high be rais'd

To arch the Brows that on them gaz'd.

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On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over the Spaniards, In The

Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold,

Leaves the new World and hastens for the old:

But though the wind was fair, the slowly swoome

Frayted with acted Guilt, and Guilt to come:

For this rich load, of which so proud they are,

Was rais'd by Tyranny, and rais'd for war;

Every capatious Gallions womb was fill'd,

With what the Womb of wealthy Kingdomes yield,

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Edmundi Trotii Epitaphium

Charissimo Filio

Edmundo Trotio

Posuimus Pater & Mater

Frustra superstites.

Legite Parentes, vanissimus hominum ordo,

Figuli Filiorum, Substructores Hominum,

Fartores Opum, Longi Speratores,

Et nostro, si fas, sapite infortunio.

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Johannis Trottii Epitaphium

Charissimo Filio &c.

Pater & Mater &c.

funebrem tabulam curavimus.

Age Marmor, & pro solita tua hxmanitate,

(Ne inter Parentum Dolorem & Modestiam

Supprimantur praeclari Juvenis meritae laudes)

Effare Johannis Trottii breve Elogium.

Erat ille totus Candidus, Politus, Solidus,

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In Legationem Domini Oliveri St John Ad Provincias Foedera

Ingeniosa Viris contingunt Nomina magnis,

Ut dubites Casu vel Ratione data.

Nam Sors, caeca licet, tamen est praesaga futuri;

Et sub fatidico Nomine vera premit.

Et Tu, cui soli voluit Respublica credi,

Foedera seu Belgis seu nova Bella feras;

Haud frustra cecidit tibi Compellatio fallax,

Ast scriptum ancipiti Nomine Munus erat;

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The Mower Against Gardens

Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use,

Did after him the World seduce:

And from the Fields the Flow'rs and Plants allure,

Where Nature was most plain and pure.

He first enclos'd within the Gardens square

A dead and standing pool of Air:

And a more luscious Earth for them did knead,

Which stupifi'd them while it fed.

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Dignissimo Suo Amico Doctori Wittie De Translatione Vulgi

Nempe sic innumero succrescunt agmine libri,

Saepia vix toto ut jam natet una mari.

Fortius assidui surgunt a vulnere praeli:

Quoque magis pressa est, auctior Hydra redit.

Heu quibus Anticyris, quibus est sanabilis herbis

Improba scribendi pestis, avarus amor!

India sola tenet tanti medicamina morbi,

Dicitur & nostris ingemuisse malis.

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To Songs At the Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lad

song Fauc

First.

[Chorus. Endymion. Luna.]

Chorus.

Th' Astrologers own Eyes are set,

And even Wolves the Sheep forget;

Only this Shepherd, late and soon,

Upon this Hill outwakes the Moon.

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