To Sir Henry Wotton (John Donne Poems)
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but ...
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but ...
O Buddha, of the mystic smileAnd downcast, dreamful eyes,To whom unnumbered sacred shrinesAnd gilded statues rise,Whose fanes are filled with ...
Come forth in thy purple robes again, Thou brightest star of heaven!Another day the Guardian of men Has to his children given.Receive ...
Two men, well versed in use of arms, Set out, 'tis said, in search of game.Each felt that hunting had its ...
Ah, Sleep, to me thou com'st not in the guiseOf one who brings good gifts to weary men,Balm for bruised ...
Ah! the pleasant time hath vanished, ere our wretched doubtingsbanished,All the graceful spirit-people, children of the earth and sea,Whom in ...
On Santa Croce's golden-pillared shrine, A thousand tapers pour their blended rays In one rich tide of radiance. Like a ...
St. Regimund, e'er he became a saint,Was much imbued with vulgar earthly taint;E'er he renounced the honors of a KnightAnd ...
My eyes have never seen the moon so lovely as tonight; In silence wrapt it is the breathless music of ...
THE grey old church is solemn in the sheen Of noonday--half its reverend beauty won From that blind, silent, lifeless ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
Driving home, October noontime a hawk to my left, above the tree line, catching the thermals off the highway It ...
Ephemeral denizen of the dawn Emblazoned on the waking An aerosol archaeopteryx Captured for a twinkling On the heavens Feathers ...
Not any more to be lacked -- Not any more to be known -- Denizen of Significance For a span ...
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
You that do search for every purling spring, Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
You that do search for every purling spring Which from the ribs of old Parnassus flows, And every flower, not ...
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