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. Andrew Marvell More Quotes by Andrew Marvell More Quotes From Andrew Marvell But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near. Andrew Marvell humorous time witty Gather the flowers, but spare the buds. Andrew Marvell bud moments flower Art indeed is long, but life is short. Andrew Marvell life-is-short long art Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime. Andrew Marvell crime rubies world The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere. Andrew Marvell two-nations bears world Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe. Andrew Marvell self fear men 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. Andrew Marvell winning tree men Therefore the love which us doth bind, Andrew Marvell fate stars love 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 iron tears running The grave's a fine and private place, Andrew Marvell dying death thinking Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run Andrew Marvell carpe-diem sun running 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 garden ocean happiness Had it lived long, is would have been Andrew Marvell flower rose long 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. Andrew Marvell flames cutting white As lines, so loves oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet. Andrew Marvell lines may love I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness. Andrew Marvell garden flower rose Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade. Andrew Marvell shade green tree He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try. Andrew Marvell eye memorable mean 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 Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide. Andrew Marvell body soul doe
