by John Donne Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more mustContinue reading “Death Be Not Proud”
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Air And Angels
by John Donne (1572-1631) Twice or thrice had I lov’d thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, Angels affect us oft, and worshipp’d be; Still when, to where thou wert, I came, Some lovely glorious nothing I did see, But since my soul, whose childContinue reading “Air And Angels”
To His Mistress Going To Bed
by John Donne Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until in labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight Is tir’d with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,Continue reading “To His Mistress Going To Bed”
The Flea
by John Donne Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which deniest me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou knows’t that this cannot be said A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before itContinue reading “The Flea”
Robin's Nest 