Andrew Marvell ( 4 of 4 )
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late;
And studying all the read more
Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late;
And studying all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate.
Ye country comets, that portend
No war not princes' funeral
Shining unto no other end
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Ye country comets, that portend
No war not princes' funeral
Shining unto no other end
Than to presage the grass's fall.
And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
And all the way, to guide their chime,
With falling oars they kept the time.
