86 Quotes by Andrew Marvell

My love is of a birth as rareAs 'tis, for object, strange and high;It was begotten by DespairUpon Impossibility.

But Fate does iron wedges drive,And always crowds itself betwixt.

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

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 us doth bind, But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

What wondrous life in this I leadRipe apples drop about my head

Like the vain curlings of the watery maze,Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise,So Man, declining always, disappearsIn the weak circles of increasing years;And his short tumults of themselves compose,While flowing Time above his head does close.

If these the Times, then this must be the Man.[Andrew Marvell on Oliver Cromwell]

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

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