“ To His Coy Mistress 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 love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
“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… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
“But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.” — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas. — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
“Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
How vainly men themselves amaze, / To win the palm, the oak, or bays; / And their incessant labours see / Crowned from some… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave As never… — Andrew Marvell Copy Share Image
