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affectionate Friend Andrew Marvell Anthony Wood appears bill Bishop Bishop of Hereford Bishop of Oxford Captain Thompson character Charles Church College conscience constituents Corporation of Hull corruption Court Cromwell crown Danby danger death divine Doctor of Divinity Dryden Duke duty Ecclesiastical Polity election England English eyes father favour Flecnoe flow'rs Gentlemen give Growth of Popery hath Herbert Croft honour House of Commons House of Lords humour Jesuit John Milton King King's lamented letter liberty living London Lord Bellasis Lord Carlisle Lord Danby Lord Treasurer Lordship Majesty Marvell's master Milton mind Naked Truth never occasion ordered Oxenbridge Oxford Parker Parliament patriot person Poem poet possessed published received Rehearsal Transprosed religion render Restoration ridicule Satirist says Marvell scarce seems sent shew spirit tears thanks thing thou thought To-day virtue voted writes young Marvell zeal
Strona 59 - Deserts of vast Eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity: And your quaint honour turn to dust; And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.
Strona 54 - He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet; But apples, plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice. With cedars chosen by His hand From Lebanon He stores the land; And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore.
Strona 58 - Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Strona 54 - And sends the fowls to us in care, On daily visits through the air ; He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night...
Strona 58 - 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 love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side 5 Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain.
Strona 58 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Strona 58 - When Juliana came, and she, What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
Strona 60 - And by ill imitating would excel) Might hence presume the whole Creation's day To change in Scenes, and show it in a Play.
Strona 59 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life.
Strona 57 - See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its Mansion new; For the clear Region where 'twas born Round in its self incloses: And in its little Globes Extent, Frames as it can its native Element.