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John Donne: Love's Growth
Love's GrowthI scarce believe my love to be so pure As I had thought it was, Because it doth endure Vicissitude, and season, as the grass;…John Donne: Love's Usury
Love's UsuryFor 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…John Donne: The Message
The MessageSend home my long stray'd eyes to me, Which, O! too long have dwelt on thee; Yet since there they have learn'd such ill, Such forced fashions, And false…John Donne: A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
A Valediction Forbidding MourningAs virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, “Now his breath goes,” and some say…John Donne: A Valediction of My Name, in the Window
A Valediction of My Name, in the WindowI My name engraved herein Doth contribute my firmness to this glass, Which ever since that charm hath been As hard, as that which…John Donne: Negative Love
Negative LoveI never stoop'd so low, as they Which on an eye, cheek, lip, can prey; Seldom to them which soar no higher Than virtue, or the mind to admire. For sense and…John Donne: A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day
A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now his…John Donne: The Paradox
The ParadoxNo lover saith, I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect lover; He thinks that else none can or will agree, That any loves but he; I cannot say…John Donne: Witchcraft by a Picture
Witchcraft by a PictureI fix mine eye on thine, and there Pity my picture burning in thine eye; My picture drown'd in a transparent tear, When I look lower I espy…John Donne: The Primrose, Being at Montgomery Castle upon the Hill, on which It Is Situate.
The Primrose, Being at Montgomery Castle upon the Hill, on which It Is Situate. Upon this Primrose hill, Where, if heaven would distil A shower of rain,…