The Life of Andrew Marvell, the Celebrated Patriot: With Extracts and Selections from His Prose and Poetical Works

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Simpkin and Marshall, 1832 - 116 Seiten
 

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Seite 99 - 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-preserv'd 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.
Seite 98 - 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...
Seite 87 - Twas on those little silver feet; "With what a pretty skipping grace It oft would challenge me the race; And when 't had left me far away, 'Twould stay, and run again, and stay ; For it was nimbler much than hinds, And trod as if on the four winds.
Seite 92 - Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; Perils and snares beset thee round : Beware of all ; guard every part ; But most the traitor in thy heart. 5 Come, then, my soul ! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield ; Put on the armor from above Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.
Seite 90 - Thus sung they, in the English boat, An holy and a cheerful note ; And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time.
Seite 99 - But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate.
Seite 87 - Unkind to a beast that loveth me! Had it lived long, I do not know Whether it, too, might have done so As Sylvio did; his gifts might be Perhaps as false, or more, than he. But I am sure, for aught that I Could in so short a time espy, Thy love was far more better than The love of false and cruel man.
Seite 91 - Which, stretcht upright, impales me so, That mine own Precipice I go; And warms and moves this needless...
Seite 99 - twas born Round in itself incloses, And in its little globe's extent Frames as it can its native element; How it the purple flower does slight, Scarce touching where it lies, But gazing back upon the skies, Shines with a mournful light Like its own tear, Because so long divided from the sphere.
Seite 89 - What should we do but sing His praise That led us through the watery maze Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own? Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks That lift the deep upon their backs, He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storms' and prelates

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