Selected Poems: Henry King, Elegies, Etc ; Izaak Walton, Verse-remainsJ.R. Tutin, 1904 - 62 páginas |
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... Meet at this grave , and make a little stay ? If this fall in a time , or land , Where mis - devotion doth command , Then he that dlgs us up will bring Us to the bishop or the king , To make us reliques : then Thou shalt be a Mary ...
... Meet at this grave , and make a little stay ? If this fall in a time , or land , Where mis - devotion doth command , Then he that dlgs us up will bring Us to the bishop or the king , To make us reliques : then Thou shalt be a Mary ...
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... . How shall she know my heart ; or , having none , Know thee for one ? Practice may make her know some other part ; But take my word , she doth not know a heart . Meet me at London , then , Twenty days hence 26 John Donne.
... . How shall she know my heart ; or , having none , Know thee for one ? Practice may make her know some other part ; But take my word , she doth not know a heart . Meet me at London , then , Twenty days hence 26 John Donne.
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... Meet me at London , then , Twenty days hence , and thou shalt see Me fresher , and more fat , by being with men , Than if I had stay'd still with her and thee . For God's sake , if you can , be you so too ; I will give you There to ...
... Meet me at London , then , Twenty days hence , and thou shalt see Me fresher , and more fat , by being with men , Than if I had stay'd still with her and thee . For God's sake , if you can , be you so too ; I will give you There to ...
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... vulgar prove , Our bodies , not we , move . Let not thy wit beweep Words but sense deep ; For when we miss By distance our hope's joining bliss , Even then our souls shall kiss ; Fools have no means to meet , But by their. 28 John Donne.
... vulgar prove , Our bodies , not we , move . Let not thy wit beweep Words but sense deep ; For when we miss By distance our hope's joining bliss , Even then our souls shall kiss ; Fools have no means to meet , But by their. 28 John Donne.
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... meet , But by their feet ; Why should our clay Over our spirits so much sway , To tie us to that way ? O give no way to grief , etc. The Token SEND me some tokens , that my hope may live , Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest ...
... meet , But by their feet ; Why should our clay Over our spirits so much sway , To tie us to that way ? O give no way to grief , etc. The Token SEND me some tokens , that my hope may live , Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest ...
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Selected Poems: Henry King, Elegies, Etc ; Izaak Walton, Verse-remains John Donne Vista completa - 1904 |
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Términos y frases comunes
blest body braver thence breath Damon dear death Dirge Donne's Dorus dost doth Dr Donne dream dust E. K. Chambers earth elegiac Elegies Exequy fate fear flowers funeral give God the Father gone grant thee thine grave grief hadst HARVARD COLLEGE hate hath hearse heaven Henry King holy honour hope Hymn IZAAK WALTON John Donne Jonson joys Legacy let me love Little think'st thou live Love's lovers Mary Magdalen mind mortals Mourning Muses ne'er never passion Poems praise scape sense Sic Vita sigh'st sighs silence sing sleep songs Sonnets sorrow soul soul's spring stay subtle Synagogue taught'st tears thine own wish things Thou art Thou hast Thou lov'st thou wilt thou wouldst thoughts thy heart thyself true twas Twill twixt unto verse vows wake William Cartwright Wilt Thou forgive youth
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Página 34 - Death, be not proud though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures...
Página 18 - A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning 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...
Página 59 - I in these flowery meads would be : These crystal streams should solace me ; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my Angle would rejoice: Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love : Or, on that bank, feel the west wind Breathe health and plenty : please my mind, To see sweet dew-drops kiss these flowers, And then...
Página 19 - 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' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it. But we by a love so much...
Página 25 - WHEN my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain, (For graves have learh'd that womanhead, To be to more than one a bed) And he, that digs it, spies A bracelet of bright hair about the bone, * Will he not let...
Página 18 - Such forced fashions, And false passions, That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight, keep them still. Send home my harmless heart again, Which no unworthy thought could stain...
Página 13 - tis best To use myself in jest, Thus by feigned deaths to die. Yesternight the sun went hence, And yet is here today; He hath no desire nor sense, Nor half so short a way. Then fear not me, But believe that I shall make Speedier journeys, since I take More wings and spurs than he.
Página 36 - When thou hast done, thou has not done, For I have more. Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won 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.
Página 46 - Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed, Never to be disquieted! My last good-night! Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake; Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.
Página 15 - THE ANNIVERSARIE All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The Sun it selfe, which makes times, as they passe, Is elder by a yeare, now, than it was When thou and I first one another saw: All other things, to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay...