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John Donne Selected Poems-8

John Donne Selected Poems-8

Those hairs which upward grew, and strength and art
Whateer she meant by it, bury it with me,
Little thinkst thou
Twenty days hence, and thou shalt see
And where their form, and their infinity
Thou, Love, taughtst me by making me
To him for whom the passing-bell next tolls,
BEFORE I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,
Than if I had stayd still with her and thee.
Well then, stay here ; but know,
Can better do t ; except she meant that I
To women, or the sea, my tears ;
All foreigners, mine English tongue :
To your eyes, ears, and taste, and every part ;
Yet know I not, which flower
With thy true number five ;
To be the fortieth name in an entail?"
Thou, Love, by making me adore
For eyes, which roll towards all, weep not, but sweat.
Numbers are odd, or even, and they fall
THE FUNERAL.
THE BLOSSOM.
That it will freeze anon, and that I shall
But must or more or less than woman be.
If then your body go, what need your heart?
If he suckd hers, I let him know
My sickness to physicians, or excess ;
And now, as other falconers use,
Love her that holds my love disparity,
My constancy I to the planets give ;
Than gold in mines, where none doth draw itread.99csw.com forth ;
Then all your beauties will be no more worth
That which love worst endures, discretion
If he wrung from me a tear, I brined it so
Must with the sun and me a journey take.
UPON THE HILL, ON WHICH IT IS SITUATE.
That thou to-morrow, ere the sun doth wake,
Alas ! if you must go, whats that to me?
Subtle to plague thyself, wilt say,
And if that favour made him fat,
I said, "If any title be
Thus I reclaimd my buzzard love, to fly
To nature all that I in rhyme have writ ;
That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm ;
THE PRIMROSE, BEING AT MONTGOMERY CASTLE
I give my reputation to those
My patience let gamesters share :
And if sometimes by stealth he got
Have from a better brain,
I walk to find a true love ; and I see
TO what a cumbersome unwieldiness
Conveyd by this, ah ! what doth it avail,
Know thee for one?
Can tie those parts, and make me one of all,
As the small stars do in the sky ;
If they be blind, then, Love, I give them thee ;
That tis not a mere woman, that is she,
Here lies my business, and here I will stay
Falsehood in woman, I could more abide,
And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough,
By making me serve her who had twenty mor九_九_藏_書e,
Of Amsterdam ; my best civility
His drink was counterfeit, as was his meat ;
Twas not a tear which he had got ;
Her, who begot this love in me before,
I give my physic books ; my written rolls
A naked thinking heart, that makes no show,
Which were my friends ; mine industry to foes ;
Thou, Love, taughtst me, by appointing me
I spring a mistress, swear, write, sigh, and weep ;
In want of bread ; to them which pass among
Who thinks her friendship a fit portion
And all your graces no more use shall have,
And to my company my wit :
Thou, Love, hast taught me heretofore
Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise,
That labourest yet to nestle thee,
UPON this Primrose hill,
Twas neither very sound, nor meant to me.
By this should know my pain,
I wish ; a six, or four ;
As glad to have my body as my mind.
Belongs to each woman, then
And keep it in proportion,
Or—if this will not serve their turn—since all
Of which my fortune, and my faults had part ;
LOVES DIET.
Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone,
You go to friends, whose love and means present
To his own primrose, and grow manna so ;
All my good works unto the Schismatics
My tongue to Fame ; to九*九*藏*書 ambassadors mine ears ;
Than a sun-dial in a grave :
For should my true-love less than woman be,
As twas humility
And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour
Though, Love, by making me love one
First into five, women may take us all.
My brazen medals unto them which live
That I should give to none, but such as had too much before.
Me fresher and more fat, by being with men,
But thou, which lovest to be
The world by dying, because love dies too.
And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
Both these were monsters ; since there must reside
Thou, Love, taughtst me, by making me
When thou hast stayd and done thy most,
With this mysterious number be content ;
Through every part
And burdenous corpulence my love had grown,
I will give you
LITTLE thinkst thou, poor flower,
But that I did, to make it less,
Only to give to such as have an incapacity.
All thought of sex, and think to move
Whatever he would dictate I writ that,
That since you would have none of me, I bury some of you.
At what, and when, and how, and where I choose.
My ingenuity and openness,
For tis my outward soul,
To afford to it all that a soul can do,
The mystery, the sign, you must not touch ;
But take my https://read.99csw.comword, she doth not know a heart.
As prisoners then are manacled, when theyre condemnd to die.
Above one sigh a day I allowd him not,
There to another friend, whom we shall find
My truth to them who at the court do live ;
My silence to any, who abroad hath been ;
She were scarce anything ; and then, should she
My modesty I give to soldiers bare ;
Love her who doth neglect both me and thee,
My money to a Capuchin :
Be more than woman, she would get above
And the game killd, or lost, go talk or sleep.
Where, if heaven would distil
In a forbidden or forbidding tree,
And, woman, whom this flower doth represent,
A she sigh from my mistress heart,
To schoolmen I bequeath my doubtfulness ;
To-morrow find thee fallen, or not at all.
Is to a woman but a kind of ghost.
Only to give to those that count my gifts indignity.
How shall she know my heart ; or having none,
And hopest her stiffness by long siege to bow,
Of moral counsels I to Bedlam give ;
Little thinkst thou, poor heart,
Little thinkst thou,
She were by art, than nature falsified.
To love there, where no love received can be,
A shower of rain, each several drop might go
Loves martyr, it might breed idolatry,
Live, primrose, then, and 九*九*藏*書thrive
For since I am
Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see ;
For younger lovers, dost my gifts thus disproportion.
So tis some bravery,
Will leave this to control
Meet me in London, then,
Whom Ive watchd six or seven days,
Practice may make her know some other part ;
My faith I give to Roman Catholics ;
Taughtst me to make, as though I gave, when I do but restore.
Ten is the farthest number ; if half ten
Great Love, some legacies ; I here bequeath
For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall
And thinkst by hovering here to get a part
Therefore Ill give no more, but Ill undo
Various content
With scorn and shame, that him it nourishd not ;
Give it a diet, made it feed upon
For Gods sake, if you can, be you so too ;
But burnt her letters when she writ to me ;
Make a terrestrial galaxy,
Now negligent of sports I lie,
And thought to feast upon that, I let him see
And courtship to an University ;
Nor question much,
THE WILL.
WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm,
To Jesuits ; to buffoons my pensiveness ;
My heart to study her, and not to love.
To invent, and practise this one way, to annihilate all three.
If into other hands these relics came.
Each woman may take half us men ;