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 ...
Disrob'd by Sinne, expos'd to the cold aire, Of dire dispaire, I sighe I grone: Famish'd for want of heav'nly sustenance, My spirit faints, And ...
1.Rose of beauty and fine appearanceAnd flower of happiness and pleasure,lady of most merciful bearing,And Lord for relieving all woes ...
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhanceThy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,Hearken unto a Vesper, ...
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throneSeest and rulest all things ev'n as one:The smallest ant or atome knows thy ...
The woefull lamentation of Jane Shore, a goldsmith's wife in London, sometime king Edward IV. his concubine. To the tune ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour, and behold my head. But must they have ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man) A Spirit free, to choose ...
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