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Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On?
Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On?
Why are we by all creatures waited on?
Why do the prodigal elements supply
Life and food …
Holy Sonnet XI: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side
Holy Sonnet XI: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side,
Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me,
Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud
Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou…
Holy Sonnet XI: Spit In My Face You Jewes
Holy Sonnet XI: Spit In My Face You Jewes
Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side,
Buffet, and scoffe, scourge, and crucifie mee,
For I hav…
Holy Sonnet VIII: If Faithfull Soules
Holy Sonnet VIII: If Faithfull Soules
If faithfull soules be alike glorifi'd
As Angels, then my fathers soul doth see,
And adds this even to full…
Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow
Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow
At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
Fr…
Holy Sonnet VI: This Is My Playes Last Scene
Holy Sonnet VI: This Is My Playes Last Scene
This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint
My pilgrimages last mile; and my race
Idly, yet q…
Holy Sonnet V: I Am a Little World
Holy Sonnet V: I Am a Little World
I am a little world made cunningly
Of Elements, and an Angelike spright,
But black sinne hath betraid to endle…
Holy Sonnet IV: Oh my black soul!
Holy Sonnet IV: Oh my black soul!
Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned
By sickness, death's herald, and champion;
Thou art like a pilgrim, whi…
Holy Sonnet II: As Due By Many Titles I Resign
Holy Sonnet II: As Due By Many Titles I Resign
As due by many titles I resign
My self to Thee, O God; first I was made
By Thee, and for Thee, and…
Hero and Leander
Hero and Leander
Both robb'd of air, we both lie in one ground ;
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown'd
Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me
Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste;
I run to death, and dea…
Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward
Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward
Let mans Soule be a Spheare, and then, in this,
The intelligence that moves, devotion is
And as the other Sphe…
From ‘The Cross’
From ‘The Cross’
Who can blot out the Cross, which th’instrument
Of God, dew’d on me in the Sacrament?
Who can deny me power, and liberty
…
Farewell to Love
Farewell to Love
Whilst yet to prove,
I thought there was some deity in love
So did I reverence, and gave
Worship, as atheists at their d…
Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn
Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn
I
HAIL sun-beams in the east are spread ;
Leave, leave, fair bride, your solitary bed ;
No mor…
Elegy:The End of Funeral Elegies
Elegy:The End of Funeral Elegies
MADAM—
That I might make your cabinet my tomb,
And for my fame, which I love next my soul,
Next to my so…
Elegy XX (Alternate) Love's War
Elegy XX (Alternate) Love's War
Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,
And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?
All other Warrs are sc…
Elegy XVII: On His Mistress
Elegy XVII: On His Mistress
By our first strange and fatal interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue,
By our long starving hopes, by that…
Elegy XVI: On His Mistress
Elegy XVI: On His Mistress
By our first strange and fatal interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue,
By our long starving hopes, by that …
Elegy XIV: Julia
Elegy XIV: Julia
Hark, news, O envy ; thou shalt hear descried
My Julia ; who as yet was ne'er envied.
To vomit gall in slander, swell her veins …
Elegy XII
Elegy XII
COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I owe
Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.
But Chance from you all sovereignty hath got ;…
Elegy VIII: The Comparison
Elegy VIII: The Comparison
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still,
As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill,
As the almighty balm of th' ear…
Elegy VI
Elegy VI
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve
Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve;
Poorly enrich't with great men's words or lo…