“My mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay; And in the greenness of the grass Did see its hopes as in a glass.” MindGayGlassesGrassSurveysMeadows Author:Andrew Marvell
“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.” LifeHandsLife IsFallFlowerSummerMouthsWineCuriousGrassApplesCrushAugustRipeVinesWondrousStumblingPeachesClustersMelonsNectarines Author:Andrew Marvell
“Ye country comets, that portend No war, nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no higher end Than to presage the grasses fall. . . .” WarEndsCountryFallHigherShiningGrassFuneralLawnsNo WarComets Book:The Poems of Andrew Marvell Source: The Poems of Andrew Marvell
