The Coronet (Andrew Marvell Poems)
When for the Thorns with which I long, too long, With many a piercing wound, My Saviours head have crown'd, ...
When for the Thorns with which I long, too long, With many a piercing wound, My Saviours head have crown'd, ...
SEE how the flowers, as at parade, Under their colours stand display'd: Each regiment in order grows, That of the ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Faun and it will dye. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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