The Funeral (John Donne Poem)
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
I've none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie -- It ...
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl -- Life's little duties do -- precisely -- As the very ...
Go not too near a House of Rose -- The depredation of a Breeze -- Or inundation of a Dew ...
I have no Life but this -- To lead it here -- Nor any Death -- but lest Dispelled from ...
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, Then, I am ready to go! Just a look at the Horses ...
Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn't like to come For fear of joggling Him! If I ...
I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks, a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket handkerchiefs descried, you wouldn't ...
To glibly say that Joe was sort of odd quite missed the point. Peculiar in many ways and kind of ...
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? ...
He finished the painting yesterday noon. Now he studies it in detail. He has painted him in a gray unbuttoned ...
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and ...
The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall; I tie the noose on in ...
TO these whom death again did wed This grave 's the second marriage-bed. For though the hand of Fate could ...
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
It's what the kids nowadays call weed. And it drifts like clouds from his lips. He hopes no one comes ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press ...
The kind old face, the egg-shaped head, The tie, discreetly loud, The loosely fitting shooting clothes, A closely fitting shroud. ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
A sinner was old Captain Dan; His wives guv him no rest: He had one wife to East Skiddaw And ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, Swimming in the pure quiet air! Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while ...
The damned ship lurched and slithered. Quiet and quick My cold gorge rose; the long sea rolled; I knew I ...
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