The Life and Letters of John Donne, Dean of St. Paul's, Volumen1

Dodd, Mead, 1899

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Página 281 - As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say 'The breath goes now,' and some say 'No'; So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods nor sigh-tempests move; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love. Moving of th' earth brings harms and fears, Men reckon what it did and meant; But trepidation of the spheres, Though greater far, is innocent. Dull sublunary lovers...
Página 115 - What merchant's ships have my sighs drowned? Who says my tears have overflowed his ground? When did my colds a forward spring remove? When did the heats which my veins fill Add one more to the plaguy bill? Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still Litigious men, which quarrels move, Though she and I do love.
Página 205 - Paradoxe or Thesis that Selfhomicide is not so naturally Sin that it may never be otherwise.
Página 252 - Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land which the Lord your God gives you.
Página 70 - I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot think that he, who then lov'd most, Sunk so low, as to love one which did scorn.
Página 149 - BY our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by that remorse Which my words...
Página 265 - And tune all spheres, at once pierced with those holes? Could I behold that endless height which is Zenith to us, and our antipodes, Humbled below us...
Página 279 - Song Sweetest love, I do not go For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me...
Página 64 - If thou be'st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair.
Página 157 - This was his present resolution, but the heart of man is not in his own keeping; and he was destined to this sacred service by...

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