As due by many titles I resignMy self to Thee, O ***; first I was madeBy Thee, and for Thee, and when I was decayedThy blood bought that, the which…
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I wonder, by my troth, what thou and IDid, till we loved? were we not weaned till then,But ****** on country pleasures, childishly?Or snorted we in the seven sleepers’ den?’Twas so;…
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question muchThat subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm;The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, For ’tis my outward Soul,Viceroy to…
No man is an island,Entire of itself.Each is a piece of the continent,A part of the main.If a clod be washed away by the sea,Europe is the less.As well as…
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such graceAs I have seen in one autumnall face.Young beauties force our love, and that’s a ****,This doth but counsel, yet you cannot ’scape.If…
For the first twenty years since yesterday I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away; For forty more I fed on favors past, And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might…
Our storm is past, and that storm’s tyrannous rage,A ****** calm, but nothing it, doth ‘suage.The fable is inverted, and far moreA block afflicts, now, than a stork before.Storms chafe,…
Sweetest love, I do not go,For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter love for me;But since that IMust die at last, ’tis bestTo use myself in…
Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids; I must not laugh, nor weep sins and be wise; Can railing, then, cure…
OF THE PROGRESS OF THE SOULWherein,by occasion of the religious death of MistressElizabeth Drury, the incommodities of the soul in this her life, and herexaltation in the next, are contemplatedTHE…
If yet I have not all thy love,Dear, I shall never have it all;I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,Nor can intreat one other tear to fall;And all my…
Some that have deeper digg’d love’s mine than I,Say, where his centric happiness doth lie;;;;;I have lov’d, and got, and told,But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,I…
No Lover saith, I love, nor any otherCan judge a perfect Lover;Hee thinkes that else none can, nor will agreeThat any loves but hee;I cannot say I’lov’d. for who can…
Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here…
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste,I run to death, and death meets me as fast,And all my pleasures are…
Since she whom I lov’d hath paid her last debtTo nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,And her soul early into heaven ravished,Wholly in heavenly things my mind…
Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear.What! is it she which on the other shoreGoes richly painted? or which, robb’d and tore,Laments and mourns in Germany and…
If poisonous minerals, and if that treeWhose fruit threw death on else immortal us,If lecherous goats, if serpents enviousCannot be ****’d, alas, why should I be?Why should intent or reason,…
I am a little world made cunninglyOf elements and an angelic sprite,But black sin hath betray’d to endless nightMy world’s both parts, and oh both parts must die.You which beyond…
John Donne was a poet who made revolutionary changes in English poetry after Shakespeare. Donne was a brilliant intellectual who despised easy platitude, and hackneyed expressions. He changed everything of…
Batter my heart, three-person’d ***, for youAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bendYour force to break, blow, burn,…
Batter my heart, three-person’d ***, for youAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bendYour force to break, blow, burn,…
Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,The intelligence that moves, devotion is,And as the other Spheares, by being growneSubject to forraigne motion, lose their owne,And being by…
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root,Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil’s foot,Teach me to hear mermaids singing,Or to keep off…
Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou…