To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.

John Donne


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Death is an ascension to a better library.

John Donne


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Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant;
the only harmless great thing.

John Donne


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Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

John Donne

Tag: love poetry time



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Death, thou shalt die.

John Donne


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My face in thine eye, thine in mine appeares,
And true plaine hearts doe in the faces rest,
Where can we finde two better hemispheares
Without sharpe North, without declining West?
What ever dyes, was not mixt equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.

John Donne

Tag: love poetry



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...but come bad chance
And wee joyne to it our strength
And wee teach it art and length
It selfe o'er us to advance.

John Donne

Tag: philosphy



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Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.

John Donne

Tag: sexuality love poetry soul body



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BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run ?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

John Donne


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Death Be Not Proud

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 picture[s] be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'rt 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.

John Donne

Tag: poetry death



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