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  • Self-Love by John Donne

    Self-Love by John Donne

    HE that cannot choose but love,And strives against it still,Never shall my fancy move,For he loves against his will;Nor he…

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  • Song: Go and Catch a Falling Star by John Donne

    Song: Go and Catch a Falling Star by John Donne

    Donne’s metaphysical poem seems like a light-hearted witty joke aimed at women, but there are spiritual metaphors which substantiate Donne’s…

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  • Song: Sweetest love, I do not go by John Donne

    Song: Sweetest love, I do not go by John Donne

    SWEETEST love, I do not go,For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter love for me;But since…

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  • The Anniversary by John Donne

    The Anniversary by John Donne

    ALL kings, and all their favourites,All glory of honours, beauties, wits,The sun it self, which makes time, as they pass,Is…

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  • The Apparition by John Donne

    The Apparition by John Donne

    WHEN by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead,And that thou thinkst thee freeFrom all solicitation from me,Then shall my…

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  • The Bait by John Donne

    The Bait by John Donne

    COME live with me, and be my love,And we will some new pleasures proveOf golden sands, and crystal brooks,With silken…

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  • The Blossom by John Donne

    The Blossom by John Donne

    LITTLE think’st thou, poor flower,Whom I’ve watch’d six or seven days,And seen thy birth, and seen what every hourGave to…

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  • The Broken Heart by John Donne

    The Broken Heart by John Donne

    He is stark mad, whoever says,That he hath been in love an hour,Yet not that love so soon decays,But that…

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  • The Canonization by John Donne

    The Canonization by John Donne

    FOR God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love;Or chide my palsy, or my gout;My five gray hairs, or…

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  • The Computation by John Donne

    The Computation by John Donne

    For my first twenty years, since yesterday,I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;For forty more I fed on favours…

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