Andrew Marvell Quotes

But 'twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two Paradises 'twere in one, To live in Paradise alone.
Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British metaphysical poet. The Garden, st. 8 (written c. 1650, published 1681).
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Luxurious Man, to bring his Vice in use, Did after him the World seduce: And from the fields the Flow'rs and Plants allure,
Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Mower against Gardens (l. 1-3). . . The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, repr. 1985) Penguin.
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And yet these Rarities might be allow'd, To Man, that sov'raign thing and proud; Had he not dealt between the Bark and Tree, Forbidden mixtures there to see. No Plant now knew the Stock from which it came; He grafts upon the Wild the Tame:
Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Mower against Gardens (l. 19-24). . . The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, repr. 1985) Penguin.
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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; When Juliana came, and she, What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.
Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Mower's Song (l. 1-6). . . The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, repr. 1985) Penguin.
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Your courteous lights in vain you waste, Since Juliana here is come, For she my mind hath so displaced That I shall never find my home.
Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Mower to the Glow-Worms (l. 13-16). . . The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, repr. 1985) Penguin.
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For I so truly thee bemoane, That I shall weep though I be Stone: Until my Tears, still drooping, wear My breast, themselves engraving there. There at me feet shalt thou be laid, Of purest Alabaster made: For I would have thine Image be White as I can, though not as Thee.
Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn (l. 115-122). . . The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, repr. 1985) Penguin.
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The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Fawn and it will die. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill thee. Thou ne'er didst alive Them any harm: alas, nor could Thy death yet do them any good.
Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn.
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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), British poet. The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn (l. 87-92). . . The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, repr. 1985) Penguin.
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With sweetest milk, and sugar, first I it as mine own fingers nurst. And as it grew, so every day It wax'd more white and sweet than they. It had so sweet a Breath!
Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Nymph Complaining for the Death of Her Fawn (l. 55-59). . . The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, repr. 1985) Penguin.
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But O, young beauty of the woods, Whom Nature courts with fruits and flowers, Gather the flowers, but spare the buds; Lest Flora, angry at thy crime To kill her infants in their prime, Do quickly make the example yours; And ere we see, Nip in the blossom all our hopes and thee.
Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), British poet. The Picture of Little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers (l. 33-40). . . The Complete Poems [Andrew Marvell]. Elizabeth Story Donno, ed. (1972, repr. 1985) Penguin.
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