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- 1Where better...can we find two hemishperes
Without sharp North, without declining west?
The Good Morrow - 2They killed once...an inglorious man, but I
crucify him daily,
Spit in my face - 3God clothed...himself in vile man's flesh that so
He might be weak enough to suffer woe.
Spit in my Face - 4Spit in my face...you Jews, and pierce my side
Buffet and scoff, scourge and crucify me,
For i have sinned.
Spit in my face - 5If ever any beauty...I did see,
Which I desired, and got t'was but a dream of thee.
The Good Morrow
The Good Morrow - 6Love so...alike, that none do slacken
none can die
The Good Morrow - 7What ever dies..was not mixed equally.
The Good Morrow - 8Busy old fool...Unruly sun
The Sun rising - 9For love, all love...of other sights controls
And makes one little room an everywhere.
The Good Morrow - 10Must to thy...notions lovers seasons run?
The Sun Rising - 11(For graves have....learned that womanhead
To be more than one a bed.
The Relic - 12Just so much...honour, when thou yield'sy to me...
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee
The Flea - 13Yet we...know not what we loved, nor why,
The Relic - 14And thou shall hear...All here in one bed lay.
The Sun Rising - 15Let not that self murder...added be,
And sacriledge, three sins in killing three
The Flea - 16It suck'd me...first, and now sucks thee
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be
The Flea - 17and this, alas..is more than we would do.
The Flea - 18She's all...states, and all princes I,
Nothing else is.
The Good Morrow - 19A bracelet of...bright hair around the bone/
The Relic - 20Love all..alike, no season knows, nor clime
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
The Sun Rising - 21Since she...whom i loved hath paid her last debt.
Since she whom I Loved - 22Except You'Enthral...me, never shall be free
Nor ever chaste, except You Ravish me.
Batter my Heart - 23Wholly to heavenly...things my mind is set.
Since she whom I Loved - 24When thou hast...done, thou hast not done,
For I have more
A Hymn to God the Father - 25Wilt though forgive..that sin where i begin,
Which was my sin, though it was done before.
Hymn to God the Father - 26To break...blow, burn and make me new.
Batter my heart - 27But though i have...found thee and thou my thirst hath fed.
Since She Whom i Loved - 28And soonest our...best men with thee do go,
Rest their bones and souls delivery.
Death be not Proud - 29My Good is...dead,
and her soul early to heaven ravished.
Since She Whom I Loved - 30One short sleep....past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more, Death,
Thou shalt die.
Death be not proud - 31I, like a...usurped town to'another due
labour to admit you, but O to no end.
Batter my heart. - 32But i am betrothed...unto Your enemy.
Batter My Heart - 33Batter my Heart...three personed God.
Batter my Heart - 34Swear by Thyself...that at my beath thy sun
Shall shine as he shines now
Hymn to God the Father - 35Death be...not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so
Death be not Proud - 36The sun is spent...and now his flask
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays
A Nocturnal on St Lucy's - 37For i am...every dead thing.
A Nocturnal on St Lucy's - 38And we in us...find the'eagle and the dove
The pheonix riddle hath more wit.
The Canonization - 39and often absences...withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses.
A Nocturnal on St Lucy's - 40When by thy scorn...O murd'ress, i am dead.
The Apparition - 41and by these hymns...all shall approve
Us canonized for Love.
The Canonization - 42Since my love...is spent,
I'had rather thou shoulds't painfully repent
Than by my threat'nings rest innocent.
The Apparition - 43Tis the year's...midnight, and it is the day's/
A Nocturnal on St Lucy's day - 44And thee,feigned vestal, in worse
arms shall see;
The Apparition - 45If i an ordinary...nothing were,
As shadow, a' light and body must be here.
A Nocturnal on St Lucy's Day - 46For God's sake...hold your tounge and let me love.
The Canonization - 47Since this...Both the year's and the days deep midnight is.
A Nocturnal on St Lucy's Day - 48All rest...my powers defy:
Until i labour, i in labour lie.
Elegy to His Mistress going to Bed - 49O My America...my new-found land.
Elegy to His mistress going to Bed. - 50As souls...unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
Elegy to His Mistress Going To Bed - 51But my'ever...waking part shall see that face
Whose fear already shakes my every joint;
This is my Play's Last scene - 52My Pilgrimage's....last mile; and my race
Idly, yet quickly run
This is my plays last scene - 53Impute me...righteous, thus purged of evil
For thus i leave the world, the flesh, the devil.
This is my Play's last scene. - 54My tears pour...before thy face, whilst I stay here
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear.
A Valediction of Weeping - 55As stiff twin...compasses are two:
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the'other do.
A Valediction forbidding mourning - 56So let us...melt, and make no noise
No tear floods, nor sigh tempests move,
Valediction of Weeping - 57As virtuous men pass..mildly'away
And whisper to their souls to go.
A Valediction forbidding Mourning - 58Our two souls...therefore, which are one.
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning - 59Tis not...the bodies that marry, but the minds
Which he in her angelic finds
Loves Alchemy - 60I'have loved...and got, and told.
Love's Alchemy - 61Shall we for this....vain bubbles' shadow pay?
Loves Alchemy - 62A workmen..that hath copies can lay
An europe, an Afric and an Asian,
And quicly make that which was nothing, all.
A Valediction Of Weeping - 63When a tear falls...that falls which it bore,
So thou and i are nothing then, when on a diverse shore.
A Valediction Of Weeping - 64O more the moon....draw not up the seas to drown me in thy sphere.
A Valediction forbidding weeping - 65Since thou and I....sigh are another's breath,
Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's breath,
Valediction of Weeping - 66Some that have deeper...digged in Love's mine than I,
Say where his centric happiness doth due.
Love's Alchemy - 67Hope not for...mind in women, at their best
Sweetness and wit they'are, but mummy possessed.
Loves Alchemy
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