Love’s Deity (John Donne Poems)
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot ...
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot ...
I can love both fair and brown, Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays, Her who loves loneness ...
Whatever it is -- she has tried it -- Awful Father of Love -- Is not Ours the chastising -- ...
Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas -- Just at noon -- no later -- Sweet -- Then -- ...
I got so I could take his name -- Without -- Tremendous gain -- That Stop-sensation -- on my Soul ...
We talked as Girls do -- Fond, and late -- We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave -- ...
The Soul's Superior instants Occur to Her -- alone -- When friend -- and Earth's occasion Have infinite withdrawn -- ...
I asked my Dad about the War when I was very young, he said it happened a long, long time ...
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
SO grieves th' adventurous merchant, when he throws All the long toil'd-for treasure his ship stows Into the angry main, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale: In stale blank verse a subject stale I send ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
Next to him the eldest daughter: She suggested very little Only asked if he would take her With her look ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are ...
The opposite seeks the opposite and the drop of black grows within white until turning white into black and conversely ...
The first-class brains of a senior civil servant Shiver and shatter and fall As the steering column of his comfortable ...
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
O, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! O, thy ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
They say there's a high windless world and strange, Out of the wash of days and temporal tide, Where Faith ...
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