The Progres Of The Soule (John Donne Poems)
Wherein,BY OCCASION OFThe Religious death of MistrisE L I Z A B E T H D R V R Y,the incommodities ...
Wherein,BY OCCASION OFThe Religious death of MistrisE L I Z A B E T H D R V R Y,the incommodities ...
AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD Wherein, by occasion of the untimely death ofMistress Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay ...
Whoever loves, if he do not proposeThe right true end of love, he's one that goesTo sea for nothing but ...
VVEll dy'de the World, that we might liue to seeThis World of wit, in his Anatomee:No euill wants his good: ...
Let mans Soul be a Sphere, and then, in this,The intelligence that moves, devotion isAnd as the other Spheres, by ...
Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; ...
LOVE, any devil else but youWould for a given soul give something too.At court your fellows every dayGive th' art ...
Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast As yet, the wound thou took'st on friday last; Sleep then, ...
Let me pour forthMy tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they ...
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appointMy pilgrimages last mile; and my raceIdly, yet quickly run, hath this ...
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, ...
In what torn ship soever I embark, That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark; What sea soever swallow ...
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint My pilgrimage's last mile; and my race Idly, yet quickly run, ...
Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea ...
Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy ...
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name, So in a voice, so in ...
He is stark mad, who ever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so ...
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But ...
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