The Poetical Works of Andrew Marvell

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: IX. Thus all his fuel did unite To make one fire high: None ever burned so hot, so bright And, CELIA, that am I. X. So we alone the happy rest, Whilst all the world is poor, And have within ourselves possessed All love's and nature's store. JTHE MOWER AGAINST GARDENS. Luxurious man, to bring his vice in...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: IX. Thus all his fuel did unite To make one fire high: None ever burned so hot, so bright And, CELIA, that am I. X. So we alone the happy rest, Whilst all the world is poor, And have within ourselves possessed All love's and nature's store. JTHE MOWER AGAINST GARDENS. Luxurious man, to bring his vice in use, Did after him the world seduce, And from the fields the flowers and plants allure, Where nature was most plain and pure. He first inclosed within the gardens square A dead and standing pool of air, And a more luscious earth from them did knead, Which stupefied them while it fed. The pink grew then as double as his mind; The nutriment did change the kind. With strange perfumes he did the roses taint; And flowers themselves were taught to paint. The tulip white did for complexion seek, And learned to interline its cheek; Its union root they then so high did hold, That one was for a meadow sold: Another world was searched through oceans nev/, To find the marble of Peru, And yet these rarities might be allowed To man, that sovereign thing and proud, Had he not dealt between the bark and tree, Forbidden mixtures there to see. No plant now knew the stock from which it came; He grafts upon the wild the tame, That the uncertain and adulterate fruit Might put the palate in dispute. His green seraglio has its eunuchs too, Lest any tyrant him outdo, And in the cherry he does nature vex, To procreate without a sex. 'Tis all enforced, the fountain and the grot, While the sweet fields do lie forgot, Where willing nature does to all dispense A wild and fragrant innocence, And fauns and fairies do the meadows till More by their presence than their skill. Their statues, polished by some ancient hard, Ma...