Andrew Marvell Poetry Quotes 0.0 / 5 ? English LiteratureAndrew MarvellA2/A-levelAQA Created by: lewisab98Created on: 08-04-16 14:47 THE GARDEN - Society is all but rude... To this delicious solitude 1 of 24 THE GARDEN - Nor white nor read was ever seen... So am'rous as this lovely green 2 of 24 THE GARDEN - How well the skilful gard'ner drew... Of flow'rs and herbs this dial new 3 of 24 DAMON THE MOWER - Hark how the mower Damon sung... With love of Juliana stung 4 of 24 DAMON THE MOWER - And there amongst the grass fell down... By his own scythe, the mower mown 5 of 24 DAMON THE MOWER - Tis death alone that this must do... For death thou art a mower too 6 of 24 THE NYMPH... - There is not such another in... The world, to offer for their sin 7 of 24 THE NYMPH... - Thenceforth I set myself to play... My solitary time away 8 of 24 THE NYMPH... - The wanton troopers riding by... Have shot my fawn and it will die 9 of 24 THE GALLERY - Clora come view my soul and tell... Whether I have contrived it well 10 of 24 THE GALLERY - But on the other side, Th'art drawn... Like Aurora to the dawn 11 of 24 THE GALLERY - Or, if some rolling wave appears... A mass of ambergris it bears 12 of 24 THE CORONET - When for the thorns, with which I long, too long... With many a piercing wound, my saviours head have crowned 13 of 24 THE CORONET - Dismantling all the fragrant towers... That once adorned my shepherdess' head 14 of 24 THE DEFINITION OF LOVE - My love is of birth as rare... As' tis for object strange and high 15 of 24 THE DEFINITION OF LOVE - As lines so oblique may well... Themselves in every angle meet 16 of 24 MOURNING - Her eyes confused and double o'er... With tears suspended ere they flow 17 of 24 MOURNING - What mean these infants of late... Spring from the stars of Chlora's eyes 18 of 24 TO HIS COY MISTRESS - Had we but world enough and time... This coyness lady were no crime 19 of 24 TO HIS COY MISTRESS - But at my back I always here... Time's winged chariot hurrying near 20 of 24 TO HIS COY MISTRESS - Now therefore while the youthful glew... Sits on thy face like morning dew 21 of 24 YOUNG LOVE - Now then love me, time will take... Thee before thy time away 22 of 24 AN HORATION ODE... - The forward youth that would appear... Must now forsake his muses dear 23 of 24 AN HORATION ODE... - That thence the royal actor born The tragic scaffold might adorn 24 of 24
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