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Elegy 20 To His Mistress Going to Bed by John Donne
COME, madam, come, all rest my powers defy; Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe ofttimes, having the foe in sight, Is tired with standing, though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glittering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that...
Paradise Lost by John Milton (Excerpt from book 4)
Satan's speech upon finding earth and viewing the sun for the first time: O thou that with surpassing Glory crowned, Look'st from thy sole Dominion like the GodOf this new World; at whose sight all the StarsHide their diminished heads; to thee I call, But with no...
The Pulley by George Herbert
When God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, “Let us,” said he, “pour on him all we can. Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie, Contract into a span.” So strength...
Daedalus Talks to his Discontent
You are in me like an absence, a void, one that could be filled with all the wanted things— an emptiness made of what I've not enjoyed. My bird wears none so fine a set of wings. The woman is not ill-dressed, but if only she would display her treasures on the shelf—...
There is a Hope so Sure by Graham Kendrick
There is a hope so sure A promise so secure The mystery of God at last made knownTreasures so vast appear All wisdom, knowledge here It's Christ in us the hope of glory! And the life that I now live No longer is my own Jesus lives in me the hope of glory And each day...
Sonnet 28 from “14 Lines”
God, our only witness, takes delight And whispers, “Lovers, drink deep your fill, For I made this both wholesome and right; The pleasures are mine which overspill Into your bed. Listen and grow wise: Married love is pleasing in my sight, And what I call good do not...
For Carines on the Day She Died
Goodnight my friend. Goodnight sweet Carines. When I heard, I did not want to believe; if it were true, the earth would be made less, made ugly, cruel; a pain without reprieve. But the mourning world wages quiet war; against death, our ever-enemy, we crusade as the...
anyone lived in a pretty how town by e.e. cummings
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain...
Felix Culpa
I envy the broad swath of humanity that is able to clap and sing at the same time. Either activity I can perform adequately, provided I am only responsible for one at a time. But the moment I attempt to peel off a chunk of my singing brain in order to direct it toward...
The Half-Hearted Conquest of a Half-Hearted Christian
We agonize like enemies, like spies, before the King's abundant table spread; we'd consume each other, but only chew instead. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. We tongue the scraps and bones but cannot feed and though we do not drink, our lips are full of...
The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household...
The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator by Anne Sexton
The end of the affair is always death. She’s my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my breath finds you gone. I horrify those who stand by. I am fed. At night, alone, I marry the bed. Finger to finger, now she’s mine. She’s not too far. She’s my...
A Lament for Michal
The mistreated Earth in her heartache sings love songs to Life but shares her bed with Grave. Hers is a marriage of our making; our hands pressed her to become another's slave just as Michal, the daughter of King Saul, was given once by will and once by force, was...
It was a hard thing to undo this knot by Gerard Manley Hopkins
It was a hard thing to undo this knot. The rainbow shines but only in the thought Of him that looks. Yet not in that alone, For who makes rainbows by invention? And many standing round a waterfall See one bow each, yet not the same to all, But each a hand's breadth...
Calliope Sings by Marilee (Clement) Brewer (11.30.2011)
Calliope sings. Evening bells clamour for the hour, and I listen at the whistle of the train. Suddenly I do not know if I am going on a long journey or nearing a sacristy, or both. Perhaps it is just the bells ringing over the fond farewell of friends that makes...