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Andrew Marvell

In the French Translation of Lucan, by Monsieur De Brebeuf Are These Verses

C’est de luy que nous vient cet Art ingenieux
De peindre la Parole, et deparler aua Yeux;
Et, parles traits divers de figures tracees,
Donner de la couleur et du corps aux pensees.

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The Garden

How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bay… And their uncessant Labours see Crown’d from some single Herb or… Whose short and narrow verged Sha…
To a Gentleman That Only Upon the Sight of the Author’s Writing, Had Given a Character of His Person and Judgment of His Fortune. Illustrissimo Vero Domino Lanceloto Josepho De Maniban Grammatomantis

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Thoughts in a Garden

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The First Anniversary of the Government Under O.C.

Like the vain Curlings of the Wat… Which in smooth streams a sinking… So Man, declining alwayes, disapp… In the Weak Circles of increasing… And his short Tumults of themselv…
In Effigiem Oliveri Cromwell

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An Horatian Ode Upon Cromwell’s Return From Ireland

The forward youth that would appea… Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His numbers languishing. ’Tis time to leave the books in du…
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Consurgit Luparae Dum non imitabi… Escuriale ingens uritur in vidia.
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Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev’ry thing did seem to pain… The Scene more fit for his compla… Like her fair Eyes the day was fa…
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My Mind was once the true survey Of all these Medows fresh and gay… And in the greenness of the Grass Did see its Hopes as in a Glass; When Juliana came, and she
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A Dialogue Between Thyrsis and Dorinda

Dorinda When Death, shall snatch us from… And shut up our divided Lids, Tell me Thyrsis, prethee do, Whither thou and I must go.
To His Coy Mistress

Had we but World enough, and Time… This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which… To walk, and pass our long Loves… Thou by the Indian Ganges side.
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Blake’s Victory

On the Victory Obtained by Blake… Now does Spain’s fleet her spacio… Leaves the New World and hastens… But though the wind was fair, they… Freighted with acted guilt, and gu…
Ros

Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula… Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta… Sollicita Flores stant ambitione… Et certant foliis pellicuisse suis… Illa tamen patriae lustrans fastig…
To Christina, Queen of Sweden

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