From ‘The Cross’ (John Donne Poems)
Who can blot out the Cross, which th'instrument Of God, dew'd on me in the Sacrament? Who can deny me ...
Who can blot out the Cross, which th'instrument Of God, dew'd on me in the Sacrament? Who can deny me ...
When a wild grace I see, A turn o' the neck, a curl, sweet hands, clear eyes,Gentleness, courtesy, dignity; In all these ...
Altho' happiness was a delicious food; lo, 'tis all passed away!Though lordly power was an elegant garment; lo, 'tis all ...
An aloe stands in solitude upon a lofty precipice;The sunbeams mingling with the shades the myriad boughs caress and kits.'Tis ...
O rose! who art the true cause of the garden's loveliness,Why condescendest thou to join, in laughter, with thorns and ...
One comes across the strangest things in walks,Fragment of Abbey tithe barns fixed in modern,With Dutch-sort houses, where the water ...
Whoso acquireth wealth, spendeth it, and bestoweth it, a man is he:Whoso hath a sword in his possession, the lord ...
Like to Diana in her summer weed,Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye, Goes fair Samela.Whiter than be the flocks ...
A man is he, who is courageous, and whom success attendeth-Who is gentle and affable, unto all people, as long ...
Although at noon thy sun went down, yet stillIt shineth, and for evermore shall shine.Not Scotland's sons alone, men's hearts ...
Methinks the lark with sweeter laySalutes the smiling morn,All nature seems to hail the dayWhen such a son was born.He ...
Mary, thou canst not boast thy sister's browCapacious, nor her proud and piercing eye,Nor that calm look of conscious dignity,Which ...
Not for thy genius, though I deem it high,Thy clear and deep and comprehensive mind,Thy vigorous thought, with healthful sense ...
My stuff is so vile, I am less than dustwhile your gleam rends the mirror's heart.My darkness lights the chafing-dishbefore ...
Phirtay hay'N Meer Khwar Koi PooChta Nahi'NIs Aashqee may'N Izat-e-Sadat Bhi Gayi..English TranslationO! That people like Meer are wondering helplessly ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough,Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime,With unlocked senses, ...
THE CONVERT.Some to our Hero have a hero's nameDenied, because no father's he could claim;Nor could his mother with precision ...
Gazing upon the toiling seas,In gloomy rows the silent captives sate;And as the ship rode off before the breeze,They murmured ...
EDWARD SHORE.Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou light divine!Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine!Oft will the body's weakness ...
On Tampa's hights gray rose the battlements:A summer's day had gone out in the west;The conflagration in the elementsWas ended, ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
Far off (no matter whether east or west,A real country, or one made in jest,Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,Nor ...
I.The times are changed, and gone the dayWhen the high heavenly land,Though unbeheld, quite near them lay,And men could understand.The ...
Yet once more, Harp of prophecy, once moreFondly I come soliciting thine aid;By whose celestial minstrelsy inspiredThe saintly Enoch walk'd ...
Act III.SCENE I. The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD. Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.When foes insult, and prudent friends dispense,In pity's strains, the ...
A tiny hut that seems to beFrom far away a swallows nestStands high upon a mountain steep;And nestles closely to ...
THE MOTHER.There was a worthy, but a simple Pair,Who nursed a Daughter, fairest of the fair:Sons they had lost, and ...
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