Andrew Marvell Quotes

• No creature loves an empty space; Their bodies measure out their place.

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• What should we do but sing the praise That led us through the watery maze, Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own?

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• Oh thou, that dear and happy isle The garden of the world ere while, Thou paradise of four seas, Which heaven planted us to please, But, to exclude the world, did guard With watery if not flaming sword; What luckless apple did we taste, To make us mortal, and thee waste?

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• ’Tis not, what once it was, the world; But a rude heap together hurl’d.

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• ’Twas beyond a mortal’s share To wander solitary there: Two paradises ’twere in one To live in paradise alone.

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• Such was that happy garden-state, While man there walked without a mate.

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

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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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• Society is all but rude, To this delicious solitude.

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• Fair quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence thy Sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men.

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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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• 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.

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• And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave As never yet the King of Glory wore, Alas! I find the serpent old, That, twining in his speckled breast, About the flowers disguised does fold With wreaths of fame and interest.

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

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

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• My love is of a birth as rare As ’tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble Hope could ne’er have flown But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.

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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.

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• Now let us sport us while we may; And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour, Than languish in his slow-chapped power.

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• Then worms shall try That long preserved 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.

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

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Andrew Marvell (29)

Birth:	31st March, 1621
Death:	16th August, 1678
Nationality:	British
Profession:	Poet, Politician

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Andrew Marvell was an English metaphysical poet and politician who sat in the House of Commons at various times between 1659 and 1678. As a metaphysical poet, he is associated with John Donne and George Herbert. He was a colleague and friend of John Milton. His poems include "To His Coy Mistress", "The Garden", "An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland", "The Mower's Song" and the country house poem "Upon Appleton House". Marvell was educated at Hull Grammar School. A secondary school in the city, the Andrew Marvell Business and Enterprise College, is now named after him. Marvell attended Trinity College, Cambridge and eventually received his BA degree.

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