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ANDREW MARVELL (1621-1678)

He was an English metaphysical poet whose poems stand out due to the use
of humor and irony. Marvell was born in Yorkshire in March in 1621. The family
moved to Hull when his father, a clergyman, was set as Lecturer at Holy Trinity
Church. His most famous poems include “To His Coy Mistress”, “Definition of Love”,
etc. While England was embroiled in the civil war, Marvell seems to have remained
on the continent until 1647. It is not known exactly where his travels took him, except
that he was in Rome and that had mastered four languages, including French, Italian
and Spanish.

Marvell's first poems, which were written in Latin and Greek and published when he
was still at Cambridge, lamented a visitation of the plague and celebrated the birth of
a child to King Charles I and Queen Henrietta Maria. He also served as tutor to the
daughter of the Lord Thomas Fairfax. Was in this period when he wrote “To His Coy
Mistress”. Marvell’s poetry is often ingenious and full of elaborate presumptions in
the elegant style of the metaphysical poets. Many poems were inspired by events of
the time, public or personal.

ANALYSIS 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.


And yet I quickly might arrive

Where my extended soul is fixt,

But Fate does iron wedges drive,

And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see

Two perfect loves, nor lets them close;

Their union would her ruin be,

And her tyrannic pow’r depose.

And therefore her decrees of steel

Us as the distant poles have plac’d,

(Though love’s whole world on us doth wheel)

Not by themselves to be embrac’d;


Unless the giddy heaven fall,

And earth some new convulsion tear;

And, us to join, the world should all

Be cramp’d into a planisphere.

As lines, so loves oblique may well

Themselves in every angle greet;

But ours so truly parallel,

Though infinite, can never meet.

Therefore the love which us doth bind,

But Fate so enviously debars, CONCLUSION

Is the conjunction of the mind,

And opposition of the stars.


ANALYSIS TO HIS COY MISTRESSe

Had we but world enough 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 years before flood,

And you should, if you please, refuse


Till the conversion of the Jews.

My vegetable love should grow

Vaster than empires and more slow;

An hundred years should go to praise

Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;

Two hundred to adore each breast,

But thirty thousand to the rest;

An age at least to every part,

And the last age should show your heart.

For, lady, you deserve this state,

Nor would I love at lower rate.

But at my back I always hear

Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;

And yonder all before us lie

Deserts of vast eternity.

Thy beauty shall no more be found;


Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound

My echoing song; then worms shall try

That long-preserved virginity,

And your quaint honour turn to dust,

And into ashes all my lust;

The grave’s a fine and private place,

But none, I think, do there embrace.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue

Sits on thy skin like morning dew,

And while thy willing soul transpires

At every pore with instant fires,

Now let us sport us while we may,

And now, like amorous birds of prey,

Rather at once our time devour

Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

Let us roll all our strength and all

Our sweetness up into one ball,


And tear our pleasures with rough strife

Thorough the iron gates of life:

Thus, though we cannot make our sun

Stand still, yet we will make him run.

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