Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen (John Donne Poems)
Her of your name, whose fair inheritanceBethina was, and jointure Magdalo:An active faith so highly did advance,That she once knew, ...
Her of your name, whose fair inheritanceBethina was, and jointure Magdalo:An active faith so highly did advance,That she once knew, ...
The Junes were free and full, driving through tinyRoads, the mudguards brushing the cowparsley,Through fields of mustard and under boldly ...
Of Courtesy, it is much lessThan Courage of Heart or Holiness,Yet in my Walks it seems to meThat the Grace ...
O this air, intoxicated with sedition,On the black square of the Kremlin.The agitators rock the teetering world .It smells of ...
Month which the warring ancients strangely styledThe month of war,—as if in their fierce waysWere any month of peace!—in thy ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
1 The autumn shade is thin. Grey leaves lie faint Where they will lie, and, where the thick green was, ...
IRise up, Lord,And let Thine enemies be scattered,And let them that hate Thee flee before Thee!As the dispersion of smoke-drift,Thou ...
EVEN iron can put forth,Even iron.This is the iron age,But let us take heartSeeing iron break and bud,Seeing rusty iron ...
On the silent ages breaking Comes the sweet Annunciation:The eternal Ave waking, Changes Eva's condemnation.How at Nazareth the Archangel Hailed ...
REFUSE, refrain: for this is not the loveThe Annunciation Angel warned you of;This is the little candle, not the sun;It ...
Month which the warring ancients strangely styled The month of war,--as if in their fierce ways Were any month of ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Behold this little volume here inrolde: 'Tis the Almighty's present to the world: Hearken earth's earth; each sencelesse thing can ...
1. A conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split, the ...
Strange that the self's continuum should outlast The Virgin, Aphrodite, and the Mourning Mother, All loves and griefs, successive deities ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats ...
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