Miscellaneous poems / Andrew Marvell
| dc.contributor | Burnard, Lou |
| dc.contributor.author | Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678 |
| dc.coverage.placeName | Menston |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-21T15:54:50Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T15:54:50Z |
| dc.date.created | 1678 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0095 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0095 |
| dc.description.abstract | Facsimile of 1681 edition |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 271 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.relation.isreplacedby | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/A52133 |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700 |
| dc.subject.other | Poems |
| dc.title | Miscellaneous poems / Andrew Marvell |
| dc.type | Text |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 277206 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1600-1699 |
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<A Marvell> <k verse> <p 1> <v 1> <l 0> <r 1> A + Dialogue, + Between + ^The ^Resolved ^Soul, ^and ^Created ^Pleasure. Courage my Soul, now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal Shield. Close on thy Head thy Helmet bright. Ballance thy Sword against the Fight. See where an Army, strong as fair, With silken Banners spreads the air. Now, if thou bee'st that thing Divine, In this day's Combat let it shine: And shew that Nature wants an Art To conquer one resolved Heart. <S ^Pleasure> <r 2> Welcome the Creations Guest, Lord of Earth, and Heavens Heir. Lay aside that Warlike Crest, And of Nature's banquet share: Where the Souls of fruits and flow'rs Stand prepar'd to heighten yours. <S ^Soul> <r 3> I sup above, and cannot stay To bait so long upon the way. <P 2> <s ^Pleasure> <r 4> On these downy Pillows lye, Whose soft Plumes will thither fly: On these Roses strow'd so plain Lest one Leaf thy Side should strain. <S ^Soul> <r 5> My gentler Rest is on a Thought, Conscious of doing what . . .
