Poems of John Donne, Volumen1Lawrence & Bullen, 1896 |
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... court . For in Donne's case the yea - nay fashion of censorship which is necessary and desirable in the case of others is quite superfluous . His faults are so gross , so open , so palpable , that they hardly require the usual amount of ...
... court . For in Donne's case the yea - nay fashion of censorship which is necessary and desirable in the case of others is quite superfluous . His faults are so gross , so open , so palpable , that they hardly require the usual amount of ...
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... court - huntsmen that the king will ride , Call country ants to harvest offices ; Love , all alike , no season knows nor clime , Nor hours , days , months , which are the rags of time . IO L 3. 1669. look on us 1. 6. 1669 , or sour Thy ...
... court - huntsmen that the king will ride , Call country ants to harvest offices ; Love , all alike , no season knows nor clime , Nor hours , days , months , which are the rags of time . IO L 3. 1669. look on us 1. 6. 1669 , or sour Thy ...
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... court , Or city's quelque - choses ; let not report My mind transport . This bargain's good ; if when I'm old , I be Inflamed by thee , If thine own honour , or my shame and pain , Thou covet most , at that age thou shalt gain . Do thy ...
... court , Or city's quelque - choses ; let not report My mind transport . This bargain's good ; if when I'm old , I be Inflamed by thee , If thine own honour , or my shame and pain , Thou covet most , at that age thou shalt gain . Do thy ...
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... - Countries , towns , courts beg from above A pattern of your love . 1. 29. So 1669 ; 1633 , tombs and 1. 35. 1635 , those 1. 45. So 1669 ; 1633 , our love 40 THE TRIPLE FOOL . I AM two fools , I SONGS AND SONNETS . 13.
... - Countries , towns , courts beg from above A pattern of your love . 1. 29. So 1669 ; 1633 , tombs and 1. 35. 1635 , those 1. 45. So 1669 ; 1633 , our love 40 THE TRIPLE FOOL . I AM two fools , I SONGS AND SONNETS . 13.
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... court your fellows every day Give th ' art of rhyming , huntsmanship , or play , For them which were their own before ; Only I have nothing , which gave more , But am , alas ! by being lowly , lower . I ask no dispensation now , To ...
... court your fellows every day Give th ' art of rhyming , huntsmanship , or play , For them which were their own before ; Only I have nothing , which gave more , But am , alas ! by being lowly , lower . I ask no dispensation now , To ...
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Addl alchemy ALLOPHANES angels autumnal face beauty Ben Jonson body breast bride Compleat Angler Countess of Bedford court cross dead death divine Donne's Donne's poems dost doth dwell earth edition ELEGY EPITHALAMION face fair fall fear fire foes give gold gone grace grave grief Grosart grow hands hate hath head heaven Herbert holy honour JOHN DONNE Jonson's kings kiss letters light LINCOLN'S INN live Lord love's lovers marriage mistress MONTGOMERY CASTLE mourn never night pain Phaëton poet praise printed put on perfection Satires scape sighs sins sleep song Sonnets soul spheres star stay sweet tears thee thence thine eye things thou art Thou hast thou shalt thought thy love thyself true twas Twickenham unto VALEDICTION Valentine verse W. C. Ward Walton weep wilt woman woman's name wouldst wrath ΙΟ
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Página 246 - All may of Thee partake : Nothing can be so mean, Which with this tincture " for Thy sake " Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine : Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold : For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told.
Página 163 - And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Página xxiv - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
Página 52 - To move, but doth if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must Like th
Página 213 - Others to sin, and made my sin their door .Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score ? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more. I have a sin of fear, that when...
Página xxix - Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown; Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one. My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest, Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies was not mixed equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none do slacken, none can die.
Página 5 - Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; *° Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet; Though she were true when you met her, And last till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two or three.
Página 54 - That he soul's language understood, And by good love were grown all mind, Within convenient distance stood, He, though he knew not which soul spake, Because both meant, both spake the same, Might thence a new concoction take And part far purer than he came. This ecstasy doth unperplex...
Página xxix - The good-morrow I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then, But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den? Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which...
Página 13 - We are tapers too, and at our own cost die, And we in us find the eagle and the dove, The phoenix riddle hath more wit By us; we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.