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Walking in the Shoes of John Donne

THE LEGACY. WHEN last I died, and, dear, I die As often as from thee I go, Though it be but an hour ago – And lovers’ hours be full eternity – I can remember yet, that I Something did … Continue reading

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Walking in the Shoes of John Donne

SWEETEST LOVE, I DO NOT GO Sweetest love, I do not go, For wariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that I At the last must part, ’tis best, Thus … Continue reading

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Walking in the Shoes of John Donne

LOVERS’ INFINITENESS. If yet I have not all thy love, Dear, I shall never have it all; I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move, Nor can intreat one other tear to fall; And all my treasure, which should purchase … Continue reading

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Walking in the Shoes of John Donne

The Triple Fool I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where’s that wise man, that would not be I, If she would not deny? Then as th’ earth’s inward narrow crooked … Continue reading

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Walking in the Shoes of John Donne

The Canonization. For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love; Or chide my palsy, or my gout; My five gray hairs, or ruin’d fortune flout; With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve; Take you a course, … Continue reading

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Walking in the Shoes of John Donne

Love’s Usury For every hour that thou wilt spare me now, I will allow, Usurious god of love, twenty to thee, When with my brown my gray hairs equal be. Till then, Love, let my body range, and let Me … Continue reading

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Walking in the Shoes of John Donne

The Indifferent I can love both fair and brown; Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays; Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays; Her whom the country form’d, and whom the town; Her who … Continue reading

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