Tag: 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

The world in all doth but two nations bear —

The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

Andrew Marvell

The Mover to the Glow-worms

Ye living lamps, by whose dear light

The nightingale does sit so late

And studying all the summer night

Her matchless songs does meditate;

Ye country comets, that portend

No war, nor prince’s funeral,

Shining unto no higher end

Than to presage the grasses’s fall;

Ye glow-worms whose officious flame

To wandering mowers shows the way,

That in the night have lost their aim

And after foolish fires do stray;

Your courteous lights in vain you waste,

Since Juliana here is come,

For she my mind hath so displaced

That I shall never find my home.

Andrew Marvell