Andrew Marvell Quotes

But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near

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

And yet I quickly might arrive
Where my extended soul is fixt,
But Fate does iron wedges drive,
And always crowds itself betwixt.

Mă tulbură atât de tare, încât nu îmi voi mai găsi niciodată locul.

Society is all but rude,
To this delicious solitude.

The same arts that did gain
A power, must it maintain.

But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.

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

But bowed his comely head
Down as upon a bed.

I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow.

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

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 Loves Day.

How fit is he to sway That can so well obey ("Horatian Ode," 83-84),

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

But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd 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-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.