...Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress," the speaker reminds his beloved that the grave awaits even lovers: "The grave's a fine and private place, / But none, I think, do there embrace." The gothic tradition of DB's youth is still a strong interest here, but there is a new, tough-minded...

...as you'll ever read. It definitely proves wrong Andrew Marvell's assertion in "To His Coy Mistress" ("The grave's a fine and private place, / But none, I think do there embrace"). Bill Richardson is probably best known for his humorous novels Bachelor Brothers' Bed & Breakfast and...

...try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: 30 The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. 40 Let us roll all our strength...

...shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: The grave's a fine and prívate place, But none, I think, do there embrace. "A su amada esquiva" Tuviéramos tan sólo mundo...

...phrase is taken from the poem 'To His Coy Mistress' written by English poet Andrew Marvell (1621-78): 'The grave's a fine and private place, / But none, I think, do there embrace' (lines 31-2). you know)253 and I didn't want him to think I had deliberately latched onto part of his...

...take place. Here, however, it is impossible because time is limited by the inevitability of death: 'The grave's a fine and private place, / But none, I think, do there embrace' (11. 31-32). This narrative refers to mortality and finite existence in order to highlight the lack...

...burden was the same as in the previous poems. Marvell had put it in two lines to his coy mistress: The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. There was nothing of the marble faun's gentle melancholy pastoral lament in these poems. They were...

...to clay, And into ashes all I say. The grave's a fine and quiet spot, But a classroom it is not. So, therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin, like morning dew, Though your unwilling souls transpire At every pore with instant ire, Yet, let us study while we may,...

...found; Nor, in the marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity: And your quaint honour turn to dust; And...private place, But none I think do there embrace. . . . ANDREW MARVELL, To His Coy Mistress "But none I think do there embrace," ie in the grave; however...

...sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And turn your quaint honour to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a...private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. As with a lot of so-called Metaphysical poetry, the speaker seems sportive and serious at the same...