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Andrew Marvell
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(1621-1678)
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A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body
O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise
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A Dialogue Between Thyrsis And Dorinda
When Death, shall snatch us from these Kids,
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A Dialogue, Between the Resolved Soul, And Created Pleasure
Courage my Soul, now learn to wield
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A Letter To Doctor Ingelo, then With My Lord Whitlock, Ambassador From The Protector To The Queen Of Sweden
Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli,
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A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C.
That Providence which had so long the care
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Aliter
Regibus haec posuit Ludovicus Templa futuris;
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Aliter
Hanc sibi Sydeream Ludovicus condidit Aulam;
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Aliter
Atria miraris, summotumque Aethera fecto;
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Aliter
Instituente domum Ludovico, prodiit Orbis;
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Aliter
Sunt geminae Jani Portae, sunt Tecta Tonantis;
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Ametas And Thestylis Making Hay-Ropes
Think'st Thou that this Love can stand,
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An Epitaph Upon --
Enough: and leave the rest to Fame.
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An Horation Ode Upon Cromwell's Return From Ireland
The forward Youth that would appear
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Bermudas
Where the remote Bermudas ride
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Clorinda And Damon
Damon come drive thy flocks this way.
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Damon The Mower
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung,
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Daphnis And Chloe
Daphnis must from Chloe part:
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Dignissimo Suo Amico Doctori Wittie. De Translatione Vulgi Errorum D. Primrosii.
Nempe sic innumero succrescunt agmine libri,
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Edmundi Trotii Epitaphium
Charissimo Filio
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Epigramma in Duos montes Amosclivum Et Bilboreum
Cernis ut ingenti distinguant limite campum
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Eyes And Tears
How wisely Nature did decree,
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Fleckno, An English Priest At Rome.
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man,
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Hortus
Quisnam adeo, mortale genus, praecordia versat:
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In Effigiem Oliveri Cromwell
Haec est quae toties Inimicos Umbra fugavit,
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In Legationem Domini Oliveri St. John Ad Provincias Foederatas
Ingeniosa Viris contingunt Nomina magnis,
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In The French Translation Of Lucan, By Monsieur De Brebeuf Are These Verses
C'est de luy que nous vient cet Art ingenieux
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Inscribenda Luparae
Consurgit Luparae Dum non imitabile culmen,
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Johannis Trottii Epitaphium
Charissimo Filio &c.
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Mourning
You, that decipher out the Fate
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Musicks Empire
First was the World as one great Cymbal made,
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On A Drop Of Dew
See how the Orient Dew,
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On Mr. Milton's Paradise Lost
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold,
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On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over the Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of teneriff.1657
Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold,
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Ros
Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris,
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Senec. Traged. Ex Thyeste Chor.2
Climb at Court for me that will
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The Character Of Holland
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of Land,
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The Coronet
When for the Thorns with which I long, too long,
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The Definition Of Love
My Love is of a birth as rare
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The Fair Singer
To make a final conquest of all me,
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The First Anniversary Of The Government Under O.C.
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze,
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The Gallery
Clora come view my Soul, and tell
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The Garden
How vainly men themselves amaze
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The Match
Nature had long a Treasure made
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The Mower Against Gardens
Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use,
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The Mower To The Glo-Worms
Ye living Lamps, by whose dear light
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The Mower's Song
My Mind was once the true survey
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The Nymph Complaining For The Death Of Her Faun
The wanton Troopers riding by
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The Picture Of Little T.C. In A Prospect Of Flowers
See with what simplicity
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The Unfortunate Lover
Alas, how pleasant are their dayes
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To A Gentleman That Only Upon The Sight Of The Author's Writing, Had Given A Character Of His Person And Judgment Of His Fortune. Illustrissimo Vero Domino Lanceloto Josepho De Maniban Grammatomantis
Quis posthac chartae committat sensa loquaci,
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To His Coy Mistress
Had we but World enough, and Time,
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To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of The Popular Errors
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame,
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Tom May's Death
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat,
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Translated
Facundis dedit ille notis, interprete plumas
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Two Songs At the Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell
Th' Astrologers own Eyes are set,
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Upon An Eunuch; A Poet. Fragment
Nec sterilem te crede; Licet, mulieribus exul,
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Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax
Within this sober Frame expect
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Upon The Hill And Grove At Bill-borow
See how the arched Earth does here
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Young Love
Come little Infant, Love me now,
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