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Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?
Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night?
What if this present were the world's last night?
Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost…
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 to me, b…
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,
Fo…
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 have sinn'd…
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 felecit…
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 think's…
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
From death…
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 quickly r…
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 endlesse nigh…
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, which abroa…
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 when I …
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 death meets…
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
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 Spheares, by…
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 dying hour …
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
To stretc…
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 more shall you …
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 soul provide…
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 remorse…
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 scrupulous…
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 remorse …
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
Wi…
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 ;
L…
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…