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Miscellaneous poems

By Andrew Marvell

Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

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A DIALOGUE, BETWEEN The Resolved Soul, and Created Pleasure.

A Dialogue between the Soul and Body.

The Nymph complaining for the death of her Faun.

Young Love.

To his Coy Mistress.

The unfortunate Lover.

The Gallery.

The Fair Singer.

Mourning.

Daphnis and Chloe.

The Definition of Love.

The Picture of little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers.

Tom May's Death.

The Match.

The Mower against Gardens.

Damon the Mower.

The Mower to the Glo-Worms.

The Mower's Song.

Ametas and Thestylis making Hay-Ropes.

II.

III.

IV.

Musicks Empire.

The Garden.

Fleckno, an English Priest at Rome.

To his worthy Friend Doctor Witty upon his Translation of the Popular Errors.

On Mr. Milton's Paradise lost.

Senec. Traged. ex Thyeste Chor. 2.

An Epitaph upon ---

Upon the Hill and Grove at Bill-borow.

Upon Appleton House,

On the Victory obtained by Blake over the Spaniards,

A Dialogue between Thyrsis and Dorinda.

The Character of Holland.

An Horation Ode upon Cromwel's Return from Ireland.

THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY Of the Government under O. C.

Two Songs at the Marriage of the Lord Fauconberg and the Ludy Mary Cromwell.

First.

Second Song.

A Poem upon the Death of O. C.

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Daphnis and Chloe.

I

Daphnis must from Chloe part:
Now is come the dismal Hour
That must all his Hopes devour,
All his Labour, all his Art.

II

Nature, her own Sexes foe,
Long had taught her to be coy:
But she neither knew t'enjoy,
Nor yet let her Lover go.

III

But, with this sad News surpriz'd,
Soon she let that Niceness fall;
And would gladly yield to all,
So it had his stay compriz'd.

IV

Nature so her self does use
To lay by her wonted State,
Lest the World should separate;
Sudden Parting closer glews.

V

He, well read in all the wayes
By which men their Siege maintain,
Knew not that the Fort to gain
Better 'twas the Siege to raise.

VI

But he came so full possest
With the Grief of Parting thence,
That he had not so much Sence
As to see he might be blest.

VII

Till Love in her Language breath'd
Words she never spake before;
But then Legacies no more
To a dying Man bequeath'd.

VIII

For, Alas, the time was spent,
Now the latest minut's run
When poor Daphnis is undone,
Between Joy and Sorrow rent.

IX

At that Why, that Stay my Dear,
His disorder'd Locks he tare;
And with rouling Eyes did glare,
And his cruel Fate forswear.

X

As the Soul of one scarce dead,
With the shrieks of Friends aghast,
Looks distracted back in hast,
And then streight again is fled.

XI

So did wretched Daphnis look,
Frighting her he loved most.
At the last, this Lovers Ghost
Thus his Leave resolved took.

XII

Are my Hell and Heaven Joyn'd
More to torture him that dies?
Could departure not suffice,
But that you must then grow kind?

XIII

Ah my Chloe how have I
Such a wretched minute found,
When thy Favours should me wound
More than all thy Cruelty?

XIV

So to the condemned Wight
The delicious Cup we fill;
And allow him all he will,
For his last and short Delight.

XV

But I will not now begin
Such a Debt unto my Foe;
Nor to my Departure owe
What my Presence could not win.

XVI

Absence is too much alone:
Better 'tis to go in peace,
Than my Losses to increase
By a late Fruition.

XVII

Why should I enrich my Fate?
'Tis a Vanity to wear,
For my Executioner,
Jewels of so high a rate.

XVIII

Rather I away will pine
In a manly stubborness
Than be fatted up express
For the Canibal to dine.

XIX

Whilst this grief does thee disarm,
All th'Enjoyment of our Love
But the ravishment would prove
Of a Body dead while warm.

XX

And I parting should appear
Like the Gourmand Hebrew dead,
While he Quailes and Manna fed,
And does through the Desert err.

XXI

Or the Witch that midnight wakes
For the Fern, whose magick Weed
In one minute casts the Seed.
And invisible him makes.

XXII

Gentler times for Love are ment:
Who for parting pleasure strain
Gather Roses in the rain,
Wet themselves and spoil their Sent.

XXIII

Farewel therefore all the fruit
Which I could from Love receive:
Joy will not with Sorrow weave,
Nor will I this Grief pollute.

XXIV

Fate I come, as dark, as sad,
As thy Malice could desire;
Yet bring with me all the Fire
That Love in his Torches had.

XXV

At these words away he broke;
As who long has praying ly'n,
To his Heads-man makes the Sign,
And receives the parting stroke.

XXVI

But hence Virgins all beware.
Last night he with Phlogis slept;
This night for Dorinda kept;
And but rid to take the Air.

XXVII

Yet he does himself excuse;
Nor indeed without a Cause.
For, according to the Lawes,
Why did Chloe once refuse?