More from Andrew Marvell

  1. My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.
  2. As lines, so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.
  3. Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.
  4. Therefore the love which us doth bind, But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.
  5. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance …
  6. Where the remote Bermudas ride, In th' ocean's bosom unespied.
  7. 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…
  8. Orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green light.

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