John Donne Selected Poems-6
Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,
This hour her vigil, and her eve, since this
Were I a man, that I were one
Warmd by thy eyes, more than the sun ;
Pity my picture burning in thine eye ;
To fetch new lust, and give it you,
By sun or moon, thou darknest both,
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
To teach the sea, what it may do too soon ;
Example find
WHOEVER guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows
My picture vanished, vanish all fears
LOVES ALCHEMY.
And then, poor aspen wretch, neglected thou
Drownd the whole world, us two ; oft did we grow,
Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
And though thou pour more, Ill depart ;
And then yield unto all that are his foes ;
I, by Loves limbec, am the grave
Prophets or poets spake, and all which shall
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
A workman, that hath copies by, can lay
Life, soul, form, spirit, whence they being have ;
He ruind me, and I am re-begot
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere ;
As shadow, a light, and body must be here.
Word and oath,
Than by my threatenings rest still innocent.
Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear
Which no unworthy thought could stain ;
And quickly make that, which was nothing, all.
THE APPARITION.
That they be
Study me then, you who shall lovers be
With s99lib.netilken lines and silver hooks.
Enjoy your summer all,
Alas ! is wiser far than I.
Such forced fashions,
So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.
O ! tis imposture all ;
For some one
When a tear falls, that thou fallst which it bore ;
What plants, mine, beasts, fowl, fish,
Both the years and the days deep midnight is.
A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
But I am by her death—which word wrongs her—
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays ;
May he be scornd by one, whom all else scorn,
If I were any beast,
WHEN by thy scorn, O murdress, I am dead,
Of protestings,
And thee, feignd vestal, in worse arms shall see :
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
And may he feel no touch
A NOCTURNAL UPON ST. LUCYS DAY,
I should not find that hidden mystery.
A VALEDICTION OF WEEPING.
That I can be endamaged by that art ;
That loving wretch that swears,
What tyrants and their subjects interwish,
I needs must know ; I should prefer,
I have loved, and got, and told,
Hope not for mind in women ; at their best,
Who is my mistress, wither by this curse ;
Lest that preserve thee ; and since my love is spent,
THE MESSAGE.
One picture more, yet that will be,
Which if it be taught by thine
And, in false sleep, will from thee shrink :
My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
But gl
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orifies his pregnant pot,Sweetness and wit they are, but mummy, possessd.
TIS the years midnight, and it is the days,
Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more ;
That fish, that is not catchd thereby,
But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
I FIX mine eye on thine, and there
Meant to perform it, and confesses, and die,
When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE.
Till thy tears mixd with mine do overflow
Him, only for his purse
Madness his sorrow, gout his cramps, may he
BEING THE SHORTEST DAY.
Or may he so long parasites have fed,
And that thou thinkst thee free
If I an ordinary nothing were,
With strangling snare, or windowy net.
And equal traitors be she and his sense.
Bewitch poor fishes wandring eyes.
With fear of missing, shame of getting, torn.
Make, by but thinking who hath made him such ;
Since she enjoys her long nights festival.
But now Ive drunk thy sweet salt tears,
Pregnant of thee ;
Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
Though thou retain of me
Let others freeze with angling reeds,
The general balm th hydroptic earth hath drunk,
Since thou and I sigh one anothers breath,
Lucys, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks ;
Shall we for this vain bubbles shadow pay?
May some dull whore to love dispose,
Ends love in this, that my man
Then shall my ghost come t藏书网o thy bed,
Whoeer sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the others death.
For thus they be
Say, where his centric happiness doth lie.
Or prove as false as thou art now.
At the next world, that is, at the next spring ;
Id rather thou shouldst painfully repent,
And love ; all, all some properties invest.
And false passions,
O ! more than moon,
Of the first nothing the elixir grown ;
Of all, thats nothing. Oft a flood
Fit for no good sight, keep them still.
Forswear to others, what to her he hath sworn,
And there th enamourd fish will stay,
On a round ball
Send home my harmless heart again,
His sons, which none of his may be,
That he would fain be theirs whom he hath bred,
The venom of all stepdames, gamesters gall,
Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,
So, lovers dream a rich and long delight,
And as no chemic yet th elixir got,
Of conscience, but of fame, and be
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest ;
To do me more harm than it purposeth :
Made by thee
That I may know, and see thy lies,
For thee, thou needst no such deceit,
You lovers, for whose sake the lesser sun
Which he in her angelic finds,
Care to aught else ; and often absences
And at the last be circumcised for bread.
In that days rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres.
The worlds whole sap is sunk ;
Fall on that man ; For if it be a she
In whom Love wrought new alchemy.
Begging themselves they may九九藏书 betray.
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Or may he for her virtue reverence
And we will some new pleasures prove
Dead and interrd ; yet all these seem to laugh,
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Art in anguish
That will none,
But get a winter-seeming summers night.
From all solicitation from me,
For thou thyself art thine own bait :
Can be as happy as I can, if he can
If thou, to be so seen, best loth,
THE CURSE.
I need not their light, having thee.
Bathed in a cold quicksilver sweat wilt lie,
So doth each tear,
A quintessence even from nothingness,
What I will say, I will not tell thee now,
One that hates him only for impotence,
By pictures made and marrd, to kill,
May he dream treason, and believe that he
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Compared with me, who am their epitaph.
How many ways mightst thou perform thy will?
SEND home my long strayd eyes to me,
When I look lower I espy ;
Can contribute, all ill, which all
To make jestings
Some ends, some means ; yea plants, yea stones detest,
And no record tell why ;
Let me prepare towards her, and let me call
Hadst thou the wicked skill
THE BAIT.
The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Which thee doth wear,
If by the way to him befall
Endure the short scorn of a bridegrooms play?
A verier ghost than I.
There will the river whispring run
Some that have藏书网 deeper diggd loves mine than I,
But I am none ; nor will my sun renew.
Yet since there they have learnd such ill,
Keep it, for then tis none of mine.
And he, whose thou art then, being tired before,
LET me pour forth
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.
For his art did express
Inherit nothing but his infamy ;
Anguishd, not that twas sin, but that twas she ;
And by this mintage they are something worth.
All others, from all things, draw all thats good,
Nature beforehand hath out-cursèd me.
Being in thine own heart, from all malice free.
At this time to the Goat is run
And break both
And if myself have leave to see,
Let not the wind
An Europe, Afric, and an Asia,
To be two chaoses, when we did show
Will amorously to thee swim,
Which, O ! too long have dwelt on thee ;
Would swear as justly, that he hears,
COME live with me, and be my love,
Thou callst for more,
Be annexd in schedules unto this by me,
And dost languish
Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,
This world, by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolvèd so.
My picture drownd in a transparent tear,
And may laugh and joy, when thou
Of absence, darkness, death—things which are not.
Whither, as to the beds-feet, life is shrunk,
Yet send me back my heart and eyes,
For I am every dead thing,
From dull privations, and lean emptiness ;
Have we two wept, and so
Withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses.