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John Donne: The Computation

The ComputationFor my first twenty years, since yesterday, I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away; For forty more I fed on favours past, And forty on hopes that thou wouldst…

John Donne: Confined Love

Confined Love Some man unworthy to be possessor Of old or new love, himself being false or weak, Thought his pain and shame would be lesser, If on womankind he might his anger…

John Donne: The Curse

The CurseWhoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows Who is my mistress, wither by this curse; Him, only for his purse May some dull whore to…

John Donne: The Damp

The DampWhen I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey each part, When they shall find your picture in my heart…

John Donne: The Dream

The DreamDear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy. Therefore thou waked'st me…

John Donne: The Ecstacy

The EcstacyWhere, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we two, one another's best. Our hands were firmly cemented By…

John Donne: The Expiration

The ExpirationSo, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away; Turn, thou ghost, that way, and let me turn this, And let ourselves benight…

John Donne: Farewell to Love

Farewell to Love Whilst yet to prove I thought there was some deity in love, So did I reverence, and gave Worship; as atheists at their dying hour Call…

John Donne: A Fever

A FeverO! do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not celebrate, When I remember thou wast one. But yet thou canst not die, I know;…

John Donne: The Flea

The FleaMark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be. Thou know'st that…