SOUL …
Andrew Marvell
DORINDA …
Courage, my Soul, now learn to wield …
AMETAS …
The forward youth that would appear …
Where the remote Bermudas ride …
C. Damon, come drive thy flocks this way. …
Hark how the Mower Damon sung, …
Within this sober frame expect …
See how the orient dew, …
Holland, that scarce deserves the name of land, …
When for the thorns with which I long, too long, …
My love is of a birth as rare …
To make a final conquest of all me, …
Clora, come view my soul, and tell …
How vainly men themselves amaze …
Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use, …
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light …
My mind was once the true survey …
The wanton troopers riding by …
See with what simplicity …
Alas, how pleasant are their days …
Had we but world enough and time, …
See how the archèd earth does here …
Come, little infant, love me now, …