A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead. Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered, swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea ...
Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den? 'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
"Anticipate not your usual dry tome, but a collection determined to make it easier to read English poetry of the first part of the 17th century....Enjoy a discourse on rhetoric, with numerous quotes ...
Biswal, Richa 2021. BHAKTI-RASA (THE SENTIMENT OF DEVOTION) IN JOHN DONNE'S POETRY. RESEARCH TRENDS IN MODERN LINGUISTICS AND LITERATURE, Vol. 4, Issue. , p. 4.
I don’t propose to offer a definition. I trust that each of us has a reasonably informed idea of what constitutes poetry, an idea which would include the writings of Emily Dickinson, John Donne, T. S.
[N]ever send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." Poet John Donne wrote these lines in his "Meditation XVII" as the feared Black Death ravaged his native London in 1624. The plague ...
It’s been 16 years since baritone Gerald Finley paced slowly around the Symphony Hall stage, his face wracked with anguish, a man burdened by the demon of his creation pushing against an eroding moral ...