More from Andrew Marvell

  1. 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 li…
  2. What wondrous life in this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The…
  3. Now therefore while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fi…
  4. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance …
  5. 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…
  6. Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.
  7. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
  8. My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.

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