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  • The Ecstasy
    Where, like a pillow on a bed
    A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
    77 lines, 1 comment
  • The Funerall
    Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
        Nor question much
    24 lines
  • A Lecture Upon The Shadow
    Stand still, and I will read to thee
    A lecture, love, in love's philosophy.
    26 lines
  • A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
    As virtuous men pass mildly away,
    And whisper to their souls, to go,
    36 lines, 6 comments
  • The Relic
    When my grave is broke up again
    Some second guest to entertain,
    33 lines
  • Love's Alchemy
    Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,
    Say, where his centric happiness doth lie;
    24 lines
  • Elegy V: His Picture
    Here take my picture; though I bid farewell
    Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell.
    20 lines
  • Elegy IX: The Autumnal
    No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
    As I have seen in one autumnal face.
    50 lines
  • Satire III
    Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids
    Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids;
    110 lines
  • An Anatomy Of The World...
    AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD Wherein, by occasion of the untimely death of
    Mistress Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay of this wh
    483 lines
  • On The Progress Of The Soul...
        Forget this rotten world, and unto thee
        Let thine own times as an old story be.
    72 lines
  • The Sun Rising
    Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
    Why dost thou thus,
    30 lines, 2 comments
  • A Hymn To God The Father
    Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
            Which was my sin, though it were done before?
    19 lines, 8 comments
  • A Valediction: Of Weeping
    Let me pour forth
        My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • Holy Sonnet X:Death be not proud
    Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
    Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
    14 lines, 4 comments
  • The Computation
    For the first twenty years since yesterday
    &n
    10 lines
  • The Indifferent
    I can love both fair and brown;
    Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays;
    27 lines
  • Death Be Not Proud
    Death be not proud, though some have called thee
    Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
    14 lines, 3 comments
  • For whom the Bell Tolls
    PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he
    knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself
    58 lines
  • Satire I
    Away thou fondling motley humorist,
    Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,
    111 lines
  • The Calm
    Our storm is past, and that storm's tyrannous rage,
    A stupid calm, but nothing it, doth 'suage.
    56 lines
  • The Triple Fool
    I am two fools, I know,
    For loving, and for saying so
    22 lines
  • Hymn to God, My God, in my Sickness
    Since I am coming to that holy room,
    Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore,
    35 lines
  • The Dream
    Dear love, for nothing less than thee
    Would I have broke this happy dream;
    30 lines
  • The Canonization
    For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
           Or chide my palsy, or my gout,
    48 lines, 2 comments
  • Love's Deity
    I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,
    Who died before the god of love was born.
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day, Being the Shortest Day
    'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,
    Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;
    45 lines
  • Satire IV
    Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin
    Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
    142 lines
  • Air and Angels
    Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee,
    Before I knew thy face or name;
    28 lines
  • The Flea
    Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
    How little that which thou deny'st me is;
    27 lines, 6 comments
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