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Andrew Marvell
Age: 57 †
Born: 1621
Born: March 31
Died: 1678
Died: August 16
Poet
Politician
Satirist
Writer
Andrew Marvell
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He nothing common did, or mean, / Upon that memorable scene, / But with his keener eye / The axe's edge did try.
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And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
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Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.
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Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run
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But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.
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Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns
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Therefore the love which us doth bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.
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Art indeed is long, but life is short.
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Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball: And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Through the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
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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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And now, when I have summed up all my store, Thinking (so I myself deceive) So rich a chaplet thence to weave As never yet the King of Glory wore, Alas! I find the serpent old, That, twining in his speckled breast, About the flowers disguised does fold With wreaths of fame and interest.
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And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept their time.
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Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.
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How could such sweet and wholesome hours be reckoned, but in herbs and flowers?
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This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.
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How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree. Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid While all flow'rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose.
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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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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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So much one man can do that does both act and know.
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Had it lived long, is would have been Lilies without, roses within.
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