A Lecture upon the Shadow
STAND still, and I will read to thee A lecture, Love, in Love's philosophy. These three hours that we have spent, Walking here, two shadows went Along with us, which...
By John Donne
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16
August
The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet.
When Thou Art Gone
MUSIC, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken; Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the...
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15
August
An Invocation
To God, the everlasting, who abides, One Life within things infinite that die: To Him whose unity no thought divides: Whose breath is breathèd through immensity. Him neither eye hath...
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14
August
Absent Yet Present
As the flight of a river That flows to the sea My soul rushes ever In tumult to thee. A twofold existence I am where thou art: My heart in the distance Beats...
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13
August
The Collar
I Struck the board, and cry'd, No more. I will abroad. What? shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free; free as the rode, Loose as...
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12
August
Hymn To The Night
I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence,...
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10
August
The Dark Hours of My Being
I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held...
By Rilke
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09
August
Auguries of Innocence
To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. A...
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08
August
The Dying Christian to His Soul
Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish...
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07
August
Study Me Then, You Who Shall Lovers Be
Study me then, you who shall lovers be At the next world, that is, at the next spring; For I am every dead thing, In whom Love wrought new...
By John Donne
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06
August
From Thine Eyes My Knowledge I Derive
14. Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet methinks I have Astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of dearths, or...
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05
August