Art poems

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The First Anniversary Of The Government Under O.C.

© Andrew Marvell

Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze,
Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise;
So Man, declining alwayes, disappears.
In the Weak Circles of increasing Years;

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The Gallery

© Andrew Marvell

Clora come view my Soul, and tell
Whether I have contriv'd it well.
Now all its several lodgings lye
Compos'd into one Gallery;

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A Poem Upon The Death Of O.C.

© Andrew Marvell

That Providence which had so long the care
Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair,
Now in its self (the Glass where all appears)
Had seen the period of his golden Years:

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Last Instructions to a Painter

© Andrew Marvell

Here, Painter, rest a little, and survey
With what small arts the public game they play.
For so too Rubens, with affairs of state,
His labouring pencil oft would recreate.

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An Horatian Ode Upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland

© Andrew Marvell

The forward youth that would appear
Must now forsake his Muses dear,
Nor in the shadows sing
His numbers languishing.

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The Unfortunate Lover

© Andrew Marvell

Alas, how pleasant are their dayes
With whom the Infant Love yet playes!
Sorted by pairs, they still are seen
By Fountains cool, and Shadows green.

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Tom May's Death

© Andrew Marvell

As one put drunk into the Packet-boat,
Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't.
But was amaz'd on the Elysian side,
And with an Eye uncertain, gazing wide,

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Moses In The Bulrushes. A Sacred Drama

© Hannah More

Hebrew Woman.
Jochebed, Mother of Moses.
Miriam, his Sister.

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A Letter To Doctor Ingelo, then With My Lord Whitlock, Amba

© Andrew Marvell

Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli,
Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito?
Num satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Astrum,
Qui modo tam mollis nec bene firmus eras?

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Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax

© Andrew Marvell

Within this sober Frame expect
Work of no Forrain Architect;
That unto Caves the Quarries drew,
And Forrests did to Pastures hew;

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First Anniversary

© Andrew Marvell

Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,
Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise,
So Man, declining always, disappears
In the weak circles of increasing years;
And his short tumults of themselves compose,
While flowing Time above his head does close.

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A Dialogue Between The Soul And Body

© Andrew Marvell

Soul
O Who shall, from this Dungeon, raise
A Soul inslav'd so many wayes?
With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd stands

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On Happienesse

© Thomas Chatterton

MAIE Selynesse on erthes boundes bee hadde?

Maie yt adyghte yn human shape bee founde?

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The Schooner 'Flight'

© Derek Walcott


4 The Flight, Passing
Blanchisseuse.

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Bankside: (Home Of Edmund Quincy Dedham)

© James Russell Lowell

I

I christened you in happier days, before

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Sly Dick

© Thomas Chatterton

Sharp was the frost, the wind was high

And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky

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Delicatessen

© Joyce Kilmer

Why is that wanton gossip Fame
So dumb about this man's affairs?
Why do we titter at his name
Who come to buy his curious wares?

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Madness

© Joyce Kilmer

(For Sara Teasdale)The lonely farm, the crowded street,
The palace and the slum,
Give welcome to my silent feet
As, bearing gifts, I come.

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Queen Mab: Part VII.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

  'Even the murderer's cheek
  Was blanched with horror, and his quivering lips
  Scarce faintly uttered-"O almighty one,
  I tremble and obey!"

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To The Painter Of An Ill-drawn Picture of Cleone

© Anne Kingsmill Finch

Sooner I'd praise a Cloud which Light beguiles,
Than thy rash Hand which robs this Face of Smiles;
And does that sweet and pleasing Air control,
Which to us paints the fair CLEONE's Soul.