The Love Poems of John DonneHoughton, Mifflin, 1905 - 85 páginas |
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... hour Gave to thy growth , thee to this height to raise , And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough , Little think'st thou , That it will freeze anon , and that I shall To - morrow find thee fallen , or not at all . Little think'st ...
... hour Gave to thy growth , thee to this height to raise , And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough , Little think'st thou , That it will freeze anon , and that I shall To - morrow find thee fallen , or not at all . Little think'st ...
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... hours herself unmasks ; The sun is spent , and now his flasks Send forth light squibs , no constant rays ; The world's whole sap is sunk ; The general balm th ' hydroptic earth hath drunk , Whither , as to the bed's - feet , life is ...
... hours herself unmasks ; The sun is spent , and now his flasks Send forth light squibs , no constant rays ; The world's whole sap is sunk ; The general balm th ' hydroptic earth hath drunk , Whither , as to the bed's - feet , life is ...
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... long night's festival . Let me prepare towards her , and let me call This hour her vigil , and her eve , since this Both the year's and the day's deep midnight is . AIR AND ANGELS TWICE or thrice had I loved thee [ 35 ]
... long night's festival . Let me prepare towards her , and let me call This hour her vigil , and her eve , since this Both the year's and the day's deep midnight is . AIR AND ANGELS TWICE or thrice had I loved thee [ 35 ]
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... hour , Yet not that love so soon decays , But that it can ten in less space devour ; Who will believe me , if I swear That I have had the plague a year ? Who would not laugh at me , if I should I saw a flash of powder burn a day ? Ah ...
... hour , Yet not that love so soon decays , But that it can ten in less space devour ; Who will believe me , if I swear That I have had the plague a year ? Who would not laugh at me , if I should I saw a flash of powder burn a day ? Ah ...
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... matter Leaves behind , two hours after . Once I loved and died ; and am now become Mine epitaph and tomb ; Here dead men speak their last , and so do I ; Love - slain , lo ! here I die . NEGATIVE LOVE I NEVER stoop'd so low , as they [ 42 ]
... matter Leaves behind , two hours after . Once I loved and died ; and am now become Mine epitaph and tomb ; Here dead men speak their last , and so do I ; Love - slain , lo ! here I die . NEGATIVE LOVE I NEVER stoop'd so low , as they [ 42 ]
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Love Poems of John Donne: Together with the Devotion: "For Whom the Bell Tolls." John Donne Vista de fragmentos - 1946 |
Términos y frases comunes
Angels another's belief Of mutual body braver thence breath CHARLES ELIOT NORTON Countess of Bed dead death decay dost drown'd ECSTACY edition Falsehood fears fools ghost give given death's-head gone Goth grave grow hair hath heed of hating heed of loving help Lucan Homer did find hour idolatry JET RING SENT JOHN DONNE keep that hid kill kill'd lest let me love LIBRARY Little think'st thou live LOAN DEPT love and hate LOVE POEMS love This wonder LOVE'S DIET LOVE'S RECORDS lovers mandrake Marriage meant mistress mix'd Montgomery Castle move oaths Pindar plague plaguy bill poet poetry Primrose quintessence recòrds sense shadows sonnet specular stone spheres spring stay sweet salt tears take heed taught'st thee thine eye things thou art thou wast thought thy face thy heart thy love to-morrow triumph true TWICKENHAM twixt UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA unto vulgar prove weep
Pasajes populares
Página 76 - If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show 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' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.
Página 62 - And we join to it our strength, And we teach it art and length, Itself o'er us to advance. When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind, But sigh'st my soul away; When thou weep'st, unkindly kind, My life's blood doth decay. It cannot be That thou lov'st me as thou say'st, If in thine my life thou waste; Thou art the best of me.
Página 4 - Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind. 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 22 - Come, live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
Página 23 - I need not their light, having thee. Let others freeze with angling reeds, And cut their legs with shells and weeds, Or treacherously poor fish beset With strangling snare, or windowy net. Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest The bedded fish in banks out-wrest; Or curious traitors, sleave-silk flies, Bewitch poor fishes
Página viii - To read Dryden, Pope, &c. you need only count syllables ; but to read Donne you must measure time, and discover the time of each word by the sense and passion.
Página 45 - twixt her and me. And whilst our souls negotiate there, We like sepulchral statues lay; All day, the same our postures were, And we said nothing, all the day.
Página 47 - As our blood labours to beget Spirits as like souls as it can, Because such fingers need to knit That subtle knot which makes us man: So must pure lovers...
Página 71 - On a round ball A workman that hath copies by, can lay An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia, And quickly make that, which was nothing, All, So doth each tear Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world by that impression grow, Till thy tears mixed with mine do overflow This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.
Página 36 - twas of my mind, seizing thee, Though it in thee cannot persever. For I had rather owner be Of thee one hour, than all else ever. Air and Angels Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name...