The document contains 4 poems by John Donne:
1) The Good-Morrow poem expresses the poet's love for his soulmate and how their love makes them feel as if they possess their own world together.
2) The Sunne Rising poem portrays the sun as meddlesome for interrupting the poet's time with his lover, as their love transcends time and place.
3) A Valediction of Weeping sees the poet's tears borne of grief for being separated from his love as bearing her image and together overflowing their world.
4) Song poses a series of impossible tasks and questions to illustrate how finding a completely truthful and faithful woman is equally impl
The document contains 4 poems by John Donne:
1) The Good-Morrow poem expresses the poet's love for his soulmate and how their love makes them feel as if they possess their own world together.
2) The Sunne Rising poem portrays the sun as meddlesome for interrupting the poet's time with his lover, as their love transcends time and place.
3) A Valediction of Weeping sees the poet's tears borne of grief for being separated from his love as bearing her image and together overflowing their world.
4) Song poses a series of impossible tasks and questions to illustrate how finding a completely truthful and faithful woman is equally impl
The document contains 4 poems by John Donne:
1) The Good-Morrow poem expresses the poet's love for his soulmate and how their love makes them feel as if they possess their own world together.
2) The Sunne Rising poem portrays the sun as meddlesome for interrupting the poet's time with his lover, as their love transcends time and place.
3) A Valediction of Weeping sees the poet's tears borne of grief for being separated from his love as bearing her image and together overflowing their world.
4) Song poses a series of impossible tasks and questions to illustrate how finding a completely truthful and faithful woman is equally impl
The document contains 4 poems by John Donne:
1) The Good-Morrow poem expresses the poet's love for his soulmate and how their love makes them feel as if they possess their own world together.
2) The Sunne Rising poem portrays the sun as meddlesome for interrupting the poet's time with his lover, as their love transcends time and place.
3) A Valediction of Weeping sees the poet's tears borne of grief for being separated from his love as bearing her image and together overflowing their world.
4) Song poses a series of impossible tasks and questions to illustrate how finding a completely truthful and faithful woman is equally impl
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The Good-Morrow Poem By John Donne
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not wean’d till then? But suck’d on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? ’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be; If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.
And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear; For love all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone; Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown; Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix’d equally; If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die 2. The sunne Rising By John Donne
Busy old fool, unruly sun,
Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late school boys and sour prentices, Go tell court huntsmen that the king will ride, Call country ants to harvest offices, Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shouldst thou think? I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink, But that I would not lose her sight so long; If her eyes have not blinded thine, Look, and tomorrow late, tell me, Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me. Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday, And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.
She's all states, and all princes, I,
Nothing else is. Princes do but play us; compared to this, All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy. Thou, sun, art half as happy as we, In that the world's contracted thus. Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; This bed thy center is, these walls, thy sphere.
3. A Veldiction of Weeping Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear, And by this mintage they are something worth, For thus they be Pregnant of thee; Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more, When a tear falls, that thou falls which it bore, So thou and I are nothing then, when on a diverse shore.
On a round ball A workman that hath copies by, can lay An Europe, Afric, and an Asia, And quickly make that, which was nothing, all; So doth each tear Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world, by that impression grow, Till thy tears mix'd with mine do overflow This world; by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.
O more than moon,
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere, Weep me not dead, in thine arms, but forbear To teach the sea what it may do too soon; Let not the wind Example find, To do me more harm than it purposeth; Since thou and I sigh one another's breath, Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death.
4. Song BY JOHN DONNE
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me, All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear, No where Lives a woman true, and fair.
If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet; Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.
