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My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow.

Andrew Marvell

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Andrew Marvell
Age: 57 †
Born: 1621
Born: March 31
Died: 1678
Died: August 16
Poet
Politician
Satirist
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Andrew Marvell
Love
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Homosexuality
Vegetables
Empires
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Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green glade ... Such was that happy garden-state.
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I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness.
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How vainly men themselves amaze, / To win the palm, the oak, or bays / And their incessant labours see / Crowned from some single herb or tree.
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Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.
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And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.
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Twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone.
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Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns
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What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
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This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.
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Music, the mosaic of the air.
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Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining always, disappears In the weak circles of increasing years And his short tumults of themselves compose, While flowing Time above his head does close.
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And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
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My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis, for object, strange and high It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.
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How fit he is to sway That can so well obey.
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As lines, so loves oblique, may well Themselves in every angle greet But ours, so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.
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Had it lived long, is would have been Lilies without, roses within.
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Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.
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So much one man can do that does both act and know.
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The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
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Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.
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