Andrew Marvell Quotes

Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late;
And studying all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate. - Andrew Marvell

Who can foretell for what high cause / This darling of the Gods was born? - Andrew Marvell

Time's winged chariot hurrying near. - Andrew Marvell

Thus, though we cannot make our sun / Stand still, yet we will make him run. - Andrew Marvell

This delicious Solitude. - Andrew Marvell

The tawny mowers enter next, / Who seem like Israelites to be / Walking on foot through a green sea. - Andrew Marvell

The nectarine, and curious peach, / Into my hands themselves do reach; / Stumbling on melons, as I pass, / Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. - Andrew Marvell

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 shade. - Andrew Marvell

The inglorious arts of peace. - Andrew Marvell

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

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