Quotes by : Andrew Marvell

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

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

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

As lines, so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though....

He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene.

My vegetable love will growVaster than empires, and more slow.

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

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

To wander solitary there:Two paradises ‘twere in oneTo live in paradise alone.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires....