Top 41 Andrew Marvell Quotes
#1. But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.
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#2. And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.
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#4. He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.
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#6. Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day.
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#7. Twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone.
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#8. Had it lived long, is would have been
Lilies without, roses within.
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#10. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.
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#11. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name. Little, alas, they know or heed How far these beauties hers exceed! Fair trees! where s'e'er your barks I wound, No name shall but your own be found.
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#12. Therefore the love which us doth bind,
But fate so enviously debars,
Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars.
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#13. And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
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#14. What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
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#15. So much one man can do that does both act and know.
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#16. Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.
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#17. Ye country comets, that portend No war, nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grasses fall ...
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#18. How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?
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#20. My vegetable love will grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow.
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#21. And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave As never yet the King of Glory wore, Alas! I find the serpent old, That, twining in his speckled breast, About the flowers disguised does fold With wreaths of fame and interest.
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#23. 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.
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#25. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.
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#26. As lines, so loves oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.
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#27. The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.
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#28. This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.
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#29. How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree. Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all flow'rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose.
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#30. My mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay; And in the greenness of the grass Did see its hopes as in a glass.
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#31. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run
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#32. Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,
Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise,
So Man, declining always, disappears
In the weak circles of increasing years;
And his short tumults of themselves compose,
While flowing Time above his head does close.
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#33. Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.
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#34. Though I carry always some ill-nature about me, yet it is, I hope, no more than is in this world necessary for a preservative.
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#35. My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis, for object, strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.
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#36. The same arts that did gain
A power, must it maintain.
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#37. What wondrous life in this I lead
Ripe apples drop about my head
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#38. For Juliana comes, and she, what I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
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#39. Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.
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#40. If these the Times, then this must be the Man.
[Andrew Marvell on Oliver Cromwell]
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#41. See how the Orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new; For the clear region where 'twas born Round in its self encloses: And in its little globes extent, Frames as it can its native element.
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