Letters to several personages. Funeral elegies. Divine poems. Elegies upon the author. NotesGrolier Club, 1895 |
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Letters to several personages. Funeral elegies. Divine poems. Elegies upon ... John Donne Visualització completa - 1895 |
Letters to several personages. Funeral elegies. Divine poems. Elegies upon ... John Donne Visualització completa - 1895 |
Letters to several personages. Funeral elegies. Divine poems. Elegies upon ... John Donne Visualització completa - 1895 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 261 - And new philosophy calls all in doubt; The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and th' earth, and no man's wit Can well direct him where to look for it.
Pàgina 153 - Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy, or charms, can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke: why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Pàgina 199 - Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
Pàgina 199 - Others to sin, and made my sin their door .Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score ? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more. I have a sin of fear, that when...
Pàgina 153 - 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, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures...
Pàgina 155 - I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me and bend Your force to break, blow, burn and make me new. I, like an usurped town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but Oh, to no end; Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captived and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly I love you...
Pàgina 161 - Zenith to us, and our antipodes, Humbled below us ? or that blood which is The seat of all our souls, if not of his, Made...
Pàgina 180 - On Fame, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to Thee. Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light: To see God only, I go out of sight: And to 'scape stormy days, I choose An Everlasting night.
Pàgina 197 - Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I must do then, think here before.
Pàgina 151 - At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.