Andrew Marvell Quotes

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• But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

  Andrew Marvell

  Witty, Time, Humorous

  "To His Coy Mistress" l. 21 (1681)

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• Art indeed is long, but life is short.

  Andrew Marvell

  Art, Life Is Short, Long

  Andrew Marvell, Nigel Smith (2007). “The Poems of Andrew Marvell”, p.29, Pearson Education

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• Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

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  Flower, Bud, Moments

  Andrew Marvell, Nigel Smith (2007). “The Poems of Andrew Marvell”, p.115, Pearson Education

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• Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.

  Andrew Marvell

  Fear, Men, Self

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• Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.

  Andrew Marvell

  Rubies, World, Crime

  "To His Coy Mistress" l. 1 (1681)

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• The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

  Andrew Marvell

  Two Nations, World, Bears

  Andrew Marvell (1870). “The Poetical Works of Andrew Marvell: With Memoir of the Author”, p.91

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• Therefore the love which us doth bind,
  But fate so enviously debars,
  Is the conjunction of the mind,
  And opposition of the stars.

  Andrew Marvell

  Love, Stars, Fate

  'The Definition of Love' (1681)

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• 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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  Winning, Men, Tree

  'The Garden' (1681) st. 1

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• Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run

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  Running, Carpe Diem, Sun

  "To His Coy Mistress" l. 41 (1681)

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• Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball: And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Through the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.

  Andrew Marvell

  Running, Iron, Tears

  "To His Coy Mistress" l. 41 (1681)

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• The grave's a fine and private place,
  But none, I think, do there embrace.

  Andrew Marvell

  Death, Thinking, Dying

  "To His Coy Mistress" l. 31 (1681)

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• 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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  Flower, Garden, Rose

  'The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Fawn' (1681) l. 71

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• Had it lived long, is would have been
  Lilies without, roses within.

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  Flower, Long, Rose

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• Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns

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  Reign, Blind

  Andrew Marvell (1870). “The Poetical Works of Andrew Marvell: With Memoir of the Author”, p.117

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• Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green glade ... Such was that happy garden-state.

  Andrew Marvell

  Happiness, Ocean, Garden

  Andrew Marvell (2016). “"To His Coy Mistress" and Other Poems”, p.25, Courier Dover Publications

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• Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.

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  Tree, Green, Shade

  "The Garden" l. 47 (1681)

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• Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.

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  Soul, Doe, Body

  'The Garden' (1681) st. 7

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• Music, the mosaic of the air.

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  Music, Air, Mosaics

  Andrew Marvell, Nigel Smith (2007). “The Poems of Andrew Marvell”, p.151, Pearson Education

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• 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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  Love, Lines, May

  'The Definition of Love' (1681)

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• 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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  Cutting, White, Flames

  Andrew Marvell (1997). “"To His Coy Mistress" and Other Poems”, p.24, Courier Corporation

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• But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.

  Andrew Marvell

  Song, Lying, Thinking

  "To His Coy Mistress" l. 31 (1681)

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• 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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  Eye, Memorable, Mean

  "An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland" l. 57 (written 1650)

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• My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.

  Andrew Marvell

  Vegetables, Empires, Sexuality

  "To His Coy Mistress" l. 7 (1681)

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• 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. Thou by the Indian Ganges'side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood.

  Andrew Marvell

  Time, Love You, Thinking

  'To His coy Mistress' (1681) l. 1

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• 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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  Life, Crush, Summer

  'The Garden' (1681) st. 5

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