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 Полный просмотр - 1895 |
Letters to several personages. Funeral elegies. Divine poems. Elegies upon ... John Donne Полный просмотр - 1895 |
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Стр. 257 - 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.
Стр. 149 - 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.
Стр. 197 - 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.
Стр. 197 - 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...
Стр. 149 - 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...
Стр. 151 - I love you, and would be loved fain, But am betrothed unto your enemy: Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Стр. 159 - I almost be glad, I do not see That spectacle of too much weight for me.
Стр. 195 - 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.
Стр. 147 - 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.
Стр. 223 - With her tough thick-ribbed hoops to gird about Thy giant fancy, which had proved too stout For their soft melting phrases. As in time They had the start, so did they cull the prime Buds of invention many a hundred...