Poems by Andrew Marvell
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Courage my Soul, now learn to wield
Soul
Dorinda
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield
SEE how the flowers, as at parade,
Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli,
That Providence which had so long the care
Regibus haec posuit Ludovicus Templa futuris;
Ametas
ENOUGH; and leave the rest to Fame!
The forward youth that would appear
Where the remote Bermudas ride
On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife, 1657
C.
An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung,
Daphnis must from Chloe part:
Nempe sic innumero succrescunt agmine libri,
Charissimo Filio
Farfacio.
How wisely Nature did decree,
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man,
Quisnam adeo, mortale genus, praecordia versat:
Haec est quae toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit,
After two sittings, now our Lady State
You, that decipher out the Fate
First was the world as one great cymbal made,
See how the Orient Dew,
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold,
Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold,
Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris,
Translated.
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land,
When for the Thorns with which I long, too long,
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector
My love is of a birth as rare
To make a final conquest of all me,
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze,
Clora come view my Soul, and tell
How vainly men themselves amaze
Nature had long a Treasure made
Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use,
Ye living Lamps, by whose dear light
My Mind was once the true survey
The wanton Troopers riding by
See with what simplicity
Alas, how pleasant are their dayes
HOW vainly men themselves amaze
Verses to accompany a portrait of Cromwell
Had we but World enough, and Time,
Sir,
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame,
song Fauc1
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat,
Facundis dedit ille notis, interprete plumas
Nec sterilem te crede; Licet, mulieribus exul,
Within this sober Frame expect
To the Lord Fairfax.
Come little Infant, Love me now,