Satire II (John Donne Poems)
Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hatePerfectly all this towne, yet there's one stateIn all ill things ...
Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hatePerfectly all this towne, yet there's one stateIn all ill things ...
IThe little pigeons full of whimsicrapused to come and go flying over Parisgiving its walls an exquisite shadeof avian poop ...
just flew inside my chest. Somedays it lights inside my brain,but today it's in my bonehouse,rattling ribs like a birdcage.If ...
New light gives new directions, fortunes new, To fashion our endeavours that ensue. More harsh, at least more ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
1white curtains of infinite fatiguedominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Franciswhite curtains of tortured destiniesinheriting the calamities ...
I Brag, sweet tenor bull, descant on Rawthey's madrigal, each pebble its part for the fells' late spring. Dance tiptoe, ...
Quengu?l?qu?ze! . Quengu?l?qu?ze! . (New Moon) It appeared, the new moon,and the great news] - Quengu?l?qu?ze! . - it went ...
Wisdom, you say, is what you must desire,The only charming blessing you admire,Therefore be bold and fit yourself to bearMany ...
So, art thou feahered, art thou flown,Thou naked thing?—and canst aloneUpon the unsolid summer airSustain thyself, and prosper there?Shall no ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. 'Those breasts are flat and fallen now, ...
Deare Friend. I heare this Towne does soe abound, With sawcy Censurers, that faults are found, With what of late ...
I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. 'Those breasts are flat and fallen now, ...
The pure products of America go crazy- mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its ...
So, art thou feahered, art thou flown, Thou naked thing?-and canst alone Upon the unsolid summer air Sustain thyself, and ...
Vous êtes sorti sain et sauf des basses calomnies, vous avey conquis les coeurs. Zola, J'accuse One was kicked in ...
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