Apples Quote by Andrew Marvell

My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.

— Andrew Marvell

“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

Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.

— Andrew Marvell

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

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

“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

“What wondrous life in this I lead Ripe apples drop about my head”

— Andrew Marvell

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

What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head.

— Andrew Marvell

How vainly men themselves amaze, / To win the palm, the oak, or bays; / And their incessant labours see / Crowned from some…

— Andrew Marvell

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

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

— Andrew Marvell