1. Andrew Marvell
To His Coy Mistress

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten...

Poet: Andrew Marvell
The Definition of Love

My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone
Could show me so divine a thing
Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown,
But vainly flapp'd its tinsel wing....

Poet: Andrew Marvell
A Drop of Dew

      SEE how the orient dew,
Shed from the bosom of the morn
        Into the blowing roses,
      (Yet careless of its mansion new
For the clear region where ’t was born)
        Round in itself encloses,
      And in its little globe’s extent...

Poet: Andrew Marvell
Song of the Emigrants in Bermuda

Where the remote Bermudas ride
In the ocean’s bosom unespied,
From a small boat that rowed along
The listening winds received this song:
“What should we do but sing His praise
That led us through the watery maze
Where he the huge sea monsters...

Poet: Andrew Marvell
Vonakodó kedvesemhez

Ha sok időnk lenne e földtekén:
vonakodásod nem rühellném.
Töprengenék, hol töltsem el veled
a végtelen szerelmi éveket.
A Gangesz-parton, hol rubin terem,
járnál te: én a ködös Humberen
szenvelgenék. Ha száz év elszaladt,
felkérnélek: add végre...

Poet: Andrew Marvell