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Andrew Marvell
He nothing common...
He nothing common did or mean
Upon that memorable scene,
But with his keener eye
The axe's edge did...
This delicious Solitude....
This delicious Solitude.
Source: The Garden.
-- Andrew Marvell, (Mar 31...
Who can foretell...
Who can foretell for what high cause
This darling of the Gods was born?
Source:...
I have a...
I have a garden of my own,
But so with roses overgrown,
And lilies, that you would it guess
To be a little...
How vainly men...
How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays.
Source: The...
Gather the flowers,...
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
Source: The Picture of Little T.C. in a...
Self-preservation, nature's first...
Self-preservation, nature's first great law,
All the creatures, except man, doth awe.
Annihilating all that's...
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
Source: The...
Let us roll...
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough...
The grave's a...
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
He nothing common...
He nothing common did or mean
Upon that memorable scene,
But with his keener eye
The axe's edge did...
This delicious Solitude....
This delicious Solitude.
Source: The Garden.
-- Andrew Marvell, (Mar 31...
Who can foretell...
Who can foretell for what high cause
This darling of the Gods was born?
Source:...
I have a...
I have a garden of my own,
But so with roses overgrown,
And lilies, that you would it guess
To be a little...
How vainly men...
How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays.
Source: The...
Gather the flowers,...
Gather the flowers, but spare the buds.
Source: The Picture of Little T.C. in a...
Self-preservation, nature's first...
Self-preservation, nature's first great law,
All the creatures, except man, doth awe.
Annihilating all that's...
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
Source: The...
Let us roll...
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough...
The grave's a...
The grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.