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John Donne
John Donne

Elegy IX: The Autumnal

Elegy IX: The Autumnal

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one autumnal face.

Young beauties force our love, and that's a…

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John Donne
John Donne

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 looks;

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John Donne
John Donne

Elegy I: Jealousy

Elegy I: Jealousy

Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die,
And yet complain'st of his great jealousy;
If swol'n with poison, he lay in his last be…

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John Donne
John Donne

Elegy III: Change

Elegy III: Change

Although thy hand and faith, and good works too,
Have seal'd thy love which nothing should undo,
Yea though thou fall back, that aposta…

380
John Donne
John Donne

Disinherited

Disinherited


Thy father all from thee, by his last will,
Gave to the poor ; thou hast good title still.

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John Donne
John Donne

Death

Death


DEATH, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so:
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow …

306
John Donne
John Donne

Community

Community


Good we must love, and must hate ill,
For ill is ill, and good good still ;
But there are things indifferent,
Which wee may neither…

344
John Donne
John Donne

Crucifying

Crucifying


By miracles exceeding power of man,
He faith in some, envy in some begat,
For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate :
In both …

446
John Donne
John Donne

Break of Day

Break of Day

'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise, because 'tis light?
Did we lie down, b…

353
John Donne
John Donne

Annunciation

Annunciation


Salvation to all that will is nigh;
That All, which always is all everywhere,
Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear,
Whic…

391
John Donne
John Donne

An Anatomy Of The World...

An Anatomy Of The World...

When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone,
Whom all do celebrate, who know they have one
(For who is sure he hath a soul…

375
John Donne
John Donne

A Valediction: of Weeping

A Valediction: of Weeping

Let me pour forth
My tears before thy face, whil'st I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
And by…

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John Donne
John Donne

A Valediction Of Weeping

A Valediction Of Weeping

Let me pour forth

My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,

For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,

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John Donne
John Donne

A Self Accuser

A Self Accuser

Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth
you ;
'Tis strange that she should thus confess it, though 't be true.

312
John Donne
John Donne

A Litany

A Litany

I.
THE FATHER.

FATHER of Heaven, and Him, by whom
It, and us for it, and all else for us,
Thou madest, and govern'st ever, com…

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John Donne
John Donne

A Lecture Upon The Shadow

A Lecture Upon The Shadow

Stand still, and I will read to thee

A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
These three hours that we have spent,
W…

362
John Donne
John Donne

A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany

A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany

In what torn ship soever I embark,
That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;
What sea soever swal…

312
John Donne
John Donne

A Jet Ring Sent

A Jet Ring Sent

Thou art not so black as my heart,
Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ;
What would'st thou say ? shall both our properties by the…

343
John Donne
John Donne

A Burnt Ship

A Burnt Ship

Out of a fired ship, which by no way
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came
Near t…

354
John Donne
John Donne

A dialogue between Sir Henry Wootton and Mr. Donne

A dialogue between Sir Henry Wootton and Mr. Donne

[W.]

IF her disdain least change in you can move,
You do not love,
For when that hope give…

282
John Clare
John Clare

Wood Rides

Wood Rides

Who hath not felt the influence that so calms
The weary mind in summers sultry hours
When wandering thickest woods beneath the arms
Of a…

412
John Clare
John Clare

Young Lambs

Young Lambs

The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down,
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like s…

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John Clare
John Clare

What is Life?

What is Life?

And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run,
A mist retreating from the morning sun,
A busy, bustling, still-repeated dream.
Its lengt…

452
John Clare
John Clare

Wild Bees

Wild Bees

These children of the sun which summer brings
As pastoral minstrels in her merry train
Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings
And glad the c…

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