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John Donne Selected Poems-5

John Donne Selected Poems-5

Give me thy weakness, make me blind,
There the faith of any ground
As we shall find our fancy bent.
And yet no greater, but more eminent,
Than by her shadow what she wears.
For they are all concentric unto thee ;
Chimeras vain as they or their prerogative.
Let me not know that others know
Enforce them, by wars law condition not ;
For them which were their own before ;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
Except that he Loves minion were.
—For thou lovest truth—an angel, at first sight ;
Small towns which stand stiff, till great shot
Beasts do no jointures lose
Are sun, moon, or stars by law forbidden
May of their occupation find the grounds ;
Whos therefore true, because her truth kills me.
Good is as visible as green,
Excess of joy would wake me, and camest then,
For, though mind be the heaven, where love doth sit,
For ill is ill, and good good still ;
Or a stone fountain weeping out my year.
THE DREAM.
If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a night?
Is love, or, that love childish is ;
Then some wee might hate, and some choose ;
If then at first wise Nature had
How thine may out-endure
How I shall stay, though she eloign me thus,
Therefore thou wakedst me wisely ; yet
Changed loves are but changed sorts of meat ;
Can call vowd men from cloisters, dead from tombs,
But doth waste with greediness.
And thence a law did grow,
Would for a given soul give something too.
But since she did them so create,
CONFINED LOVE.
I must confess, it could not choose but be
Transferrd from Love himself, to womankind ;
A tender https://read.99csw.comshame make me mine own new woe.
As princes do in times of action get
But we are made worse than those.
This face, by which he could command
And of the sun his active vigour borrow,
To make, to keep, to use, to be these his records.
Thou camest to kindle, gost to come ; then I
That sees, how Love this grace to us affords,
In thee and thine ; none should forswear
Receive such balms as else cure every thing.
But am, alas ! by being lowly, lower.
If on womankind he might his anger wreak ;
And when he hath the kernel eat,
VALEDICTION TO HIS BOOK.
Love, let me never know that this
Would I have broke this happy dream ;
But that I may not this disgrace
And that this place may thoroughly be thought
Vicissitude, and season, as the grass ;
That love is weak where fears as strong as he ;
Who, though from heart and eyes,
This face, which, wheresoeer it comes,
Who doth not fling away the shell?
Rule and example found ;
When this book is made thus,
To future rebels, if th unborn
But to mark when and where the dark eclipses be?
That we may neither love, nor hate,
Because I would not thy first motions trust ;
And not to seek lands, or not to deal with all?
And he that leaves all, doth as well ;
If to consider what tis, one proceed.
From loves awakened root do bud out now.
As he removes far off, that great heights takes ;
Vandals and Goths invade us,
Study our manuscripts, those myriads
As in the Bible some can find out alchemy.
But when I saw thou sawst my heart,
Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.
For reason, much tread.99csw.comoo strong for fantasy.
If they were bad, they could not last ;
Having put Love at last to show this face.
Coming and staying showd thee, thee,
Hither I come to seek the spring,
Good is not good, unless
Nor can you more judge womens thoughts by tears,
At their brightest, but to conclude
And for the cause, honour, or conscience give ;
Schools might learn sciences, spheres music, angels verse.
Her who from Pindar could allure,
And take my tears, which are loves wine,
Who the present govern well,
When thou knewst what I dreamt, when thou knewst when
At court your fellows every day
To all whom loves subliming fire invades,
To anger destiny, as she doth us ;
Endure, nor yet leave loving, Love, let me
O perverse sex, where none is true but she,
And her, through whose help Lucan is not lame,
Make me a mandrake, so I may grow here,
These trees to laugh and mock me to my face ;
As in the firmament
These are prerogatives, they inhere
Are birds divorced or are they chidden
Which wee may neither hate, nor love,
Give th art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play,
And her, whose book (they say) Homer did find, and name.
Men light and put out, so thou dealst with me ;
Love by the spring is grown ;
LOVE, any devil else but you
GOOD we must love, and must hate ill,
Mines in the earth, than quarries were before.
He that but tastes, he that devours,
And can convert manna to gall ;
Forsake him who on them relies ;
Or built fair houses, set trees, and arbours,
In both they do excel
LOVES EXCHANGE.
And though each spring do add to love new heat,
Of lhttps://read.99csw.comongitudes, what other way have we,
True paradise, I have the serpent brought.
Love, and their art, alike it deadly wounds,
Should again the ravenous
BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Learning were safe ; in this our universe,
And try your mistress tears at home,
As I had thought it was,
But mixd of all stuffs, vexing soul, or sense,
Kill, and dissect me, Love ; for this
Yet I thought thee
In this thy book, such will there something see,
A thousand it possess,
LOVES GROWTH.
Benight the glory of this place,
Though they new lovers choose ;
Made women either good or bad,
We for Loves clergy only are instruments ;
Profane, to think thee any thing but thee.
This book, as long-lived as the elements,
Torture against thine own end is ;
But rising makes me doubt, that now
So they deserve nor blame, nor praise.
To falsify a tear, or sigh, or vow ;
Whose weakness none doth, or dares tell ;
My dream thou brokest not, but continuedst it.
If thou give nothing, yet thou rt just,
My love was infinite, if spring make it more.
Stars by the sun are not enlarged, but shown,
DEAR love, for nothing less than thee
New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
In cypher writ, or new made idiom ;
To smile where they list, or lend away their light?
To make dreams truths, and fables histories ;
Of letters, which have past twixt thee and me ;
Twere wholesomer for me that winter did
They exact great subsidies,
The spider Love, which transubstantiates all,
Whether abstract spiritual love they like,
Is love or wonder—may find all they seek,
Or as the w九九藏書orlds form, this all-gravèd tome
But they are ours as fruits are ours ;
If mixture it of fear, shame, honour have ;
It was a theme
Alas ! hearts do not in eyes shine,
And change th idolatry of any land,
To take a latitude
Both by what titles mistresses are ours,
Something which they may see and use ;
Sun, or stars, are fitliest viewd
But there are things indifferent,
How great love is, presence best trial makes,
Faiths infirmity, they choose
One might but one man know ;
I ask no dispensation now,
With more, not only be no quintessence,
Some man unworthy to be possessor
I SCARCE believe my love to be so pure
As lightning, or a tapers light,
And knewst my thoughts beyond an angels art,
I do not sue from thee to draw
Produced by one, love such additions take,
And that a grave frost did forbid
But are other creatures so?
Will dream that hope again, but else would die.
Thence write our annals, and in them will be
To say, which have no mistress but their Muse ;
Some senseless piece of this place be ;
If, as in water stirrd more circles be
Love抯 not so pure, and abstract as they use
Thought his pain and shame would be lesser,
Thus vent thy thoughts ; abroad Ill study thee,
If they were good it would be seen ;
A non obstante on natures law ;
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
No winter shall abate this spring抯 increase.
And how prerogative these states devours,
TWICKENHAM GARDEN.
Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?
I may not article for grace,
And how posterity shall know it too ;
Sibyls glory, and obscure
But if this medicine, lovread•99csw.come, which cures all sorrow
But as all else, being elemented too,
Must learn by my being cut up and torn,
No schismatic will dare to wound,
Tis not all spirit, pure and brave,
Yet kills not ; if I must example be
That she knows my paines, lest that so
Not to dream all my dream, lets act the rest.
Bad doth itself, and others waste ;
For this Love is enraged with me,
Thou art not thou.
Deserts with cities, and make more
Beauty a convenient type may be to figure it.
Those like so many spheres but one heaven make,
Perchance as torches, which must ready be,
Enter these arms, for since thou thoughtst it best,
Here Loves divines—since all divinity
Here more than in their books may lawyers find,
ILL tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do
And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,
For all are false, that taste not just like mine.
And melt both poles at once, and store
Only this rests, all all may use.
Here statesmen—or of them, they which can read—
Who eer riggd fair ships to lie in harbours,
And to all eyes itself betrays.
Of old or new love, himself being false or weak,
Only I have nothing, which gave more,
Their souls exhaled with what they do not see ;
Because it doth endure
Or, loth so to amuse
COMMUNITY.
Rackd carcasses make ill anatomies.
But O ! self-traitor, I do bring
But one, and then another prove,
Such in Loves warfare is my case ;
But absence tries how long this love will be ;
Thine eyes, and not thy noise waked me ;
Hither with crystal phials, lovers, come,
Both ways, as thou and thine, in eyes and mind ;
Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough,