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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 Dissolution

The Dissolution She's dead; and all which die To their first elements resolve; And we were mutual elements to us, And made of one another. My body then doth…

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…

John Donne: The Funeral

The FuneralWhoever comes to shroud me, do not harm, Nor question much, That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign, you must not touch…