On The Progress Of The Soul… (John Donne Poems)
Forget this rotten world, and unto thee Let thine own times as an old story be. Be not concern'd; study not why, ...
Forget this rotten world, and unto thee Let thine own times as an old story be. Be not concern'd; study not why, ...
The flowers still bloom in fair Ionia's isles ;On Marathon the summer sun still smiles ;The zephyr in the balmy ...
Time is the feather'd thing, And, whilst I praiseThe sparklings of thy looks and call them rays, Takes wing, Leaving behind him as ...
AH, Chloris! that I now could sit As unconcern'd as whenYour infant beauty could beget No pleasure, nor no pain!When I the ...
Ah, Chloris! could I now but sitAs unconcern'd as whenYour infant beauty could begetNo happiness or pain!When I the dawn ...
The little hedgerow birds,That peck along the road, regard him not.He travels on, and in his face, his step,His gait, ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
Our English Homer in his Rhimes,Asserts our Notions change with Times;This Maxim granted, makes me doubt,When some few Years are ...
DEAR BEATRICE , with pleasure I read your kind letter;On the subject, methinks, there could scarce be a better:How vivid ...
I. When Fate its utmost Cruelty had shown, And the Illustrious Charles was now no more, Th' Illustrious Charles, ...
I.Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom's red volcano ...
She was a phantom, &c.In lone Glenartney's thickets lies couched the lordly stag,The dreaming terrier's tail forgets its customary wag;And ...
NOT a sound wak'd the air, not a leaf was in motion;As a mirror of glass was the bosom of ...
"HOPE, whose weak Being ruin'd is, Alike if it succeed, and if it miss ; Whom Good or Ill does ...
Evening veil'd in dewy shades, Slowly sinks upon the main;See th' empurpled glory fades, Beneath her sober, chasten'd reign.Around her ...
As the shifting sands of the desert Are born by the simoon's wrath,And in wanton and fleet confusion, Are strewn ...
O King of Terrors, whose unbounded Sway All that have Life, must certainly Obey; The King, the Priest, the Prophet, ...
O King of Terrors, whose unbounded Sway All that have Life, must certainly Obey; The King, the Priest, the Prophet, ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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