Metempsycosis (John Donne Poems)
THEPROGRESSEOF THE SOULE.First Song.I.sing of the progresse of a deathlesse soule,Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not controule,Plac'd in ...
THEPROGRESSEOF THE SOULE.First Song.I.sing of the progresse of a deathlesse soule,Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not controule,Plac'd in ...
The dews of summer nighte did falle,The moone (sweete regente of the skye)Silver'd the walles of Cumnor Halle,And manye an ...
Hence away, thou Syren, leave me!Pish! unclaspe these wanton armes;Sugred words can ne'er deceive me,(Though thou prove a thousand charmes).Fie, ...
Who wisely waies false fortunes fickle change,Which in short space turnes loue to mortal hate,Shall find smal cause to deem ...
You happy blessed eyes,Which in that ruling place,Have force both to delight, and to disgrace;Whose light allures and tyesAll hearts ...
The righteste course in lyfe to keepe Is not to presse alwayes to runne With sayles vppe hoyste in the mayne deepe, Nor ...
When Phoebus is ascendent in the morne, With the old Archer, or cold Capricorne, The world remaines forlorne: The Birds, are then as ...
New formed Adam of the reddish earth, Exilde from Eden, Paradice of pleasure By Gods decree cast down to woes ...
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
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