True and false fears let us refrain,
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again
Years and years unto years, till we attain
To write threescore: this is the second of our reign.
Tag: poetry anniversary
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, and Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die.
John DonneBe thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
John DonneCome live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.
To be no part of any body, is to be nothing.
John DonneFilled with her love, may I be rather grown
Mad with much heart, then idiot with none.
The Good-Morrow
I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I
Did, till we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then?
But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the seaven sleepers den?
T'was so; But this, all pleasures fancies bee.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desir'd, and got, 'twas but a dreame of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking soules,
Which watch not one another out of feare;
For love, all love of other sights controules,
And makes one little roome, an every where.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let Maps to other, worlds on worlds have showne,
Let us possesse one world; each hath one, and is one.
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 mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none doe slacken, none can die.
That soul that can reflect upon itself, consider itself, is more than so.
John DonneNo man is an island, entire of itself.
John DonneTag: mankind isolation connectedness island
All measure, and all language, I should pass,
Should I tell what a miracle she was.
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