Andrew Marvell

Where the remote Bermudas
In th' Oceans bosome unespy'd,
From a small Boat, that row'd along,
The listning Winds receiv'd this Song

On the Victory Obtained by Blake over the Spaniards in the Bay of Santa Cruz, in the Island of Tenerife,
Now does Spain's fleet her spacious wings unfold,
Leaves the New World and hastens for the old:
But though the wind was fair, t...

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,

C
Damon come drive thy flocks this way
D
No : 'tis too late they went astray

SoulO Who shall, from this Dungeon, raiseA Soul inslav'd so many wayes
With bolts of Bones, that fetter'd
In Feet ; and manacled in Hands
Here blinded with an Eye ; and

An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From
The forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his muses dear,
Nor in the shadows sing,
His numbers languishing

Quisnam adeo, mortale genus, praecordia versat:
Heu Palmae,
Laurique furor, vel simplicis Herbae
Arbor ut indomitos ornet vix una labores;