Satire III (John Donne Poems)
Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids; I must not laugh, nor weep ...
Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids; I must not laugh, nor weep ...
I feel as lit by fire a cold countenanceThat burns me from afar and keeps itself ice-chill;A strength I feel ...
Lying apart now, each in a separate bed, He with a book, keeping the light on late, She like a ...
THY restless feet now cannot go For us and our eternal good, As they were ever wont. What though They ...
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