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 ...
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question muchThat subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm;The mystery, the ...
What if this present were the world's last night? Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell, The ...
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
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