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

Categorized in : White Cutting Flames

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near. by Andrew Marvell

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

humorous time witty

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds. by Andrew Marvell

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

bud moments flower

Art indeed is long, but life is short. by Andrew Marvell

Art indeed is long, but life is short.

life-is-short long art

Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no cr... by Andrew Marvell

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

crime rubies world

The world in all doth but two nations bear- The good, the bad; an... by Andrew Marvell

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

two-nations bears world

Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, e... by Andrew Marvell

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

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.

winning tree men

Therefore the love which us doth bind, by Andrew Marvell

Therefore the love which us doth bind,

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.

iron tears running

The grave's a fine and private place, by Andrew Marvell

The grave's a fine and private place,

dying death thinking

Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make... by Andrew Marvell

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

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.

garden ocean happiness

Had it lived long, is would have been by Andrew Marvell

Had it lived long, is would have been

flower rose long

As lines, so loves oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.

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.

garden flower rose

Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade... by Andrew Marvell

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

shade green tree

He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.

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.

song lying thinking

Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide... by Andrew Marvell

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

body soul doe

My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow. by Andrew Marvell

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

empires sexuality vegetables