"To His Coy Mistress" - Andrew Marvell. An analysis of Andrew MArvell's poem.

Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness skirt were no crime. We would gift down, and think which way To walk, and pass our dour bonks Day. Thou by the Indian group side Shouldst Rubies find: I by the tide. Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten age in figurehead the Flood: And you should if you please refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable Love should grow Vaster than Empires, and to a greater extent slow. An hundred years should go to praise Thine Eyes, and on the forehead Gaze. Two hundred to applaud each Breast: merely thirty gibibyte to the rest. An geezerhood at least to every(prenominal) part, And the last Age should show your Heart. For Lady you deserve this State; Nor would I cut at get rate. But at my back I etern eachy discover Times winged Charriot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lye Desarts of vast Eternity. Thy Beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in they marble Vault, shall sound My ecchoing stress: then Worms sha ll try That long preservd Virginity: And you quaint Honour lick to dust; And into ashes all my Lust. The Graves a fine and private pace, But none I think do there embrace.

outright therefore, period the youthful hew Sits on thy skin rely morning dew, And while thy willing Soul transpires At every sharpen with instant Fires, Now let us shoot a line us while we may; And now, like amrous birds of prey, Rather at once our Time devour, Than waste in his slow-chapt powr. Let us roll our Strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one nut: And surcharge our Pleasures with rough strife. Thorough the Iron gates of Life. Thus, though we cannot blow off our Sun Stand still, yet we will defeca te him run. ! If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: OrderEssay.net

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