Who is Andrew Marvell?

  • (noun): English poet (1621-1678).
    Synonyms: Marvell

Andrew Marvell

Andrew Marvell (31 March 1621 – 16 August 1678) was an English metaphysical poet and politician who sat in the House of Commons at various times between 1659 and 1678. As a metaphysical poet, he is associated with John Donne and George Herbert. He was a colleague and friend of John Milton. His poems include To His Coy Mistress, The Garden, An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland, The Mower's Song and the country house poem Upon Appleton House.

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Andrew Marvell - Marvell's Poetic Style
... Eliot wrote of Marvell's style that 'It is more than a technical accomplishment, or the vocabulary and syntax of an epoch it is, what we have designated tentatively as wit, a tough reasonableness beneath the ... He also identified Marvell and the metaphysical school with the 'dissociation of sensibility' that occurred in 17th-century English literature Eliot ... Marvell's most famous lyric, "To His Coy Mistress", combines an old poetic conceit (the persuasion of the speaker's lover by means of a carpe diem philosophy) with Marvell's typically ...
John Milton's Relationships - Friendship - Andrew Marvell
... On 21 February 1653, Milton recommended Andrew Marvell for a position with the Commonwealth's Council of State as his assistant after his previous assistant died ... It is uncertain when the two first met, but Marvell knew Milton's works and included similar themes within his own poetry a few years prior ... Milton liked Marvell, and in his recommendation describes Marvell as The Council did not accept Marvell, and they instead made Philip Meadows, a diplomat, assistant to Milton ...

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    Though Justice against Fate complain,
    And plead the antient Rights in vain:
    But those do hold or break
    As Men are strong or weak.
    Andrew Marvell (1621–1678)

    But all its chief delight was still
    On Roses thus its self to fill:
    And its pure virgin Limbs to fold
    In whitest sheets of Lillies cold.
    Had it liv’d long it would have been
    Lillies without, Roses within.
    —Andrew Marvell (1621–1678)