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, ...
"All thoughts, all passions, all delights,Whatever stirs this mortal frame,"Are but the legacies of apes,With interest on the same.How oft ...
IMPRIMIS — My departed Shade I trust To Heav'n — My Body to the silent Dust; My Name to publick Censure I submit, To be dispos'd of as the World thinks fit; My Vice and Folly let Oblivion close, The World already is o'erstock'd with those; My Wit I give, as Misers give their Store, To those who think they had enough before. Bestow my Patience to compose the Lives Of slighted Virgins and neglected Wives; To modish Lovers I resign my Truth, My cool Reflexion to unthinking Youth; And some Good-nature give ('tis my Desire) To surly Husbands, as their Needs require; And first discharge my Funeral — and then To the small Poets I bequeath my Pen. Let a small Sprig (true Emblem of my Rhyme) Of blasted Laurel on my Hearse recline; Let some grave Wight, that struggles for Renown, By chanting Dirges through a Market-Town, With gentle Step precede the solemn Train; A broken Flute upon his Arm shall lean. Six comick Poets may the Corse surround, And All Free-holders, if they can be found: Then follow next the melancholy Throng, As shrewd Instructors, who themselves are wrong. The Virtuoso, rich in Sun-dry'd Weeds, The Politician, whom no Mortal heeds, The silent Lawyer, chamber'd all the Day, And the stern Soldier that receives no Pay. But stay — the Mourners shou'd be first our Care, Let the freed Prentice lead the Miser's Heir; Let the young Relict wipe her mournful Eye, And widow'd Husbands o'er their Garlick cry. All this let my Executors fulfil, And rest assur'd that this is Mira's Will, Who was, when she these Legacies design'd, In Body healthy, and compos'd in Mind. (Mary Leapor)
Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, Great Love, some legacies ; I here bequeath Mine eyes to Argus, if ...
My dearest Love! when thou and I must part,And th' icy hand of death shall seize that heartWhich is all ...
LITTLE the present careth for the past,Too little-'tis not well!For careless ones we dwellBeneath the mighty shadow it has cast.Its ...
In good old times, which means, you know,The time men wasted long ago,And we must blame our brains or moodIf ...
MADAM-That I might make your cabinet my tomb, And for my fame, which I love next my soul,Next to my soul ...
November is that historied Emperor,Conquered in age, but foot to foot with fate,Who from his refuge high has heard the ...
October 5: 1860Before the hero's grave he stood,--A simple stone of rest, and bareTo all the blessing of the air,--And ...
"HOPE, whose weak Being ruin'd is, Alike if it succeed, and if it miss ; Whom Good or Ill does ...
You left me, sweet, two legacies, --A legacy of loveA Heavenly Father would content,Had He the offer of; You left ...
644You left me-Sire-two Legacies-A Legacy of LoveA Heavenly Father would sufficeHad He the offer of-You left me Boundaries of Pain-Capacious ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die, And yet complain'st of his great jealousy; If swol'n with poison, he ...
To tell the Beauty would decrease To state the Spell demean -- There is a syllable-less Sea Of which it ...
You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies -- A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He ...
See her come bearing down, a tidy craft! Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn! There's jigging in her rigging ...
When men for injuryes unsatisfy'd, For hopes cutt off, for debts not fully payd, For legacies in vain expected, mourne ...
Though after Death, Thanks lessen into Praise, And Worthies be not crown'd with gold, but bayes; Shall we not thank? ...
Daphnis must from Chloe part: Now is come the dismal Hour That must all his Hopes devour, All his Labour, ...
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