Quote #29
Where the remote Bermudas ride, In th' ocean's bosom unespied.
More from Andrew Marvell
- Therefore the love which us doth bind, But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.
- Orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green light.
- As lines, so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet.
- And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time.
- Love's whole world on us doth wheel.
- My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility.
- Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide.
- Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance …