The document contains excerpts from four poems:
1) "The Flea" by John Donne argues that killing a flea that has fed on both the speaker and his lover would be a sin, as their blood is now mingled in the flea.
2) "To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell urges his mistress to indulge in lovemaking before time runs out.
3) "Easter Wings" by George Herbert uses the image of soaring larks to represent rising above suffering.
4) "My tender age in sorrow did beginne" also by George Herbert describes enduring illness and shame during his youth but finding victory through God.
The document contains excerpts from four poems:
1) "The Flea" by John Donne argues that killing a flea that has fed on both the speaker and his lover would be a sin, as their blood is now mingled in the flea.
2) "To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell urges his mistress to indulge in lovemaking before time runs out.
3) "Easter Wings" by George Herbert uses the image of soaring larks to represent rising above suffering.
4) "My tender age in sorrow did beginne" also by George Herbert describes enduring illness and shame during his youth but finding victory through God.
The document contains excerpts from four poems:
1) "The Flea" by John Donne argues that killing a flea that has fed on both the speaker and his lover would be a sin, as their blood is now mingled in the flea.
2) "To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell urges his mistress to indulge in lovemaking before time runs out.
3) "Easter Wings" by George Herbert uses the image of soaring larks to represent rising above suffering.
4) "My tender age in sorrow did beginne" also by George Herbert describes enduring illness and shame during his youth but finding victory through God.
The document contains excerpts from four poems:
1) "The Flea" by John Donne argues that killing a flea that has fed on both the speaker and his lover would be a sin, as their blood is now mingled in the flea.
2) "To His Coy Mistress" by Andrew Marvell urges his mistress to indulge in lovemaking before time runs out.
3) "Easter Wings" by George Herbert uses the image of soaring larks to represent rising above suffering.
4) "My tender age in sorrow did beginne" also by George Herbert describes enduring illness and shame during his youth but finding victory through God.
The Flea To His Coy Mistress At every pore with instant fires,
John Donne Andrew Marvell Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey, Mark but this flea, and mark in this, Had we but world enough and time, Rather at once our time devour How little that which thou deniest me is; This coyness, lady, were no crime. Than languish in his slow-chapped power. It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, We would sit down, and think which way Let us roll all our strength and all And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Our sweetness up into one ball, Thou know’st that this cannot be said Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side And tear our pleasures with rough strife A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead, Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Through the iron gates of life: Yet this enjoys before it woo, Of Humber would complain. I would Thus, though we cannot make our sun And pampered swells with one blood made of Love you ten years before the flood, Stand still, yet we will make him run. two, And you should, if you please, refuse And this, alas, is more than we would do. Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Vaster than empires and more slow; Easter Wings Where we almost, nay more than married are. An hundred years should go to praise George Herbert This flea is you and I, and this Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is; Two hundred to adore each breast, Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though parents grudge, and you, w'are met, But thirty thousand to the rest; Though foolishly he lost the same, And cloistered in these living walls of jet. An age at least to every part, Decaying more and more, Though use make you apt to kill me, And the last age should show your heart. Till he became Let not to that, self-murder added be, For, lady, you deserve this state, Most poore: And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. Nor would I love at lower rate. With thee But at my back I always hear O let me rise Cruel and sudden, hast thou since Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; As larks, harmoniously, Purpled thy nail, in blood of innocence? And yonder all before us lie And sing this day thy victories: Wherein could this flea guilty be, Deserts of vast eternity. Then shall the fall further the flight in me. Except in that drop which it sucked from thee? Thy beauty shall no more be found; Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My tender age in sorrow did beginne Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now; My echoing song; then worms shall try And still with sicknesses and shame. ’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be: That long-preserved virginity, Thou didst so punish sinne, Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me, And your quaint honour turn to dust, That I became Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from And into ashes all my lust; Most thinne. thee. The grave’s a fine and private place, With thee But none, I think, do there embrace. Let me combine, Now therefore, while the youthful hue And feel thy victorie: Sits on thy skin like morning dew, For, if I imp my wing on thine, And while thy willing soul transpires Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
