Poems, 1. kötetLawrence & Bullen, 1896 |
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Addl alchemy ALLOPHANES angels autumnal face beauty Ben Jonson body breast bride cockatrice Countess of Bedford court cross dead death divine Donne Donne's dost doth dream dwell earth edition ELEGY EPITHALAMION face fair fall fear fire foes foul give gold gone grace grave grief grow hand Haslewood-Kingsborough hate hath heaven honour JOHN DONNE kings kingsmen kiss light LINCOLN'S INN live Lord love's lovers marriage mistress MONTGOMERY CASTLE ne'er never night omits pain poems praise printed put on perfection scape scorn shadows sighs sins sleep song Sonnets soul spheres star stay strange sweat drops sweet tears thee thence things think'st thou art Thou hast thou shalt thought Thy blood thy love thyself true twas unto VALEDICTION Valentine verse Walton weep whilst wilt woman woman's name women wouldst ΙΟ
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246. oldal - All may of Thee partake : Nothing can be so mean, Which with this tincture " for Thy sake " Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine : Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold : For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told.
163. oldal - 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.
213. oldal - 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...
xxiv. oldal - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
5. oldal - Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; *° Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet; Though she were true when you met her, And last till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two or three.
55. oldal - So must pure lovers' souls descend To affections, and to faculties, Which sense may reach and apprehend, Else a great Prince in prison lies.
162. oldal - 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...
13. oldal - We are tapers too, and at our own cost die, And we in us find the eagle and the dove, The phoenix riddle hath more wit By us; we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.
165. oldal - Take me to you, imprison me, for I Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
52. oldal - To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre sit, Yet, when the other far doth roam, It leans, and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.