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The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts — John Shaqi

The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous ManuscriptsDonne, John

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The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts

Name: The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts
Author: Donne, John

Donne, John

English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700

Send home my long strayd eyes to mee,
    Which (Oh) too long have dwelt on thee;
  Yet since there they have learn'd such ill,
      Such forc'd fashions,
      And false passions,                                            5
          That they be
          Made by thee
  Fit for no good sight, keep them still.

  Send home my harmlesse heart againe,
  Which no unworthy thought could staine;                           10
  But if it be taught by thine
      To make jestings
      Of protestings,
          And crosse both
          Word and oath,                                            15
  Keepe it, for then 'tis none of mine.

  Yet send me back my heart and eyes,
  That I may know, and see thy lyes,
  And may laugh and joy, when thou
      Art in anguish                                                20
      And dost languish
          For some one
          That will none,
  Or prove as false as thou art now.


    [The Message. _1635-69:_ _no title_, _1633:_ Song. _or no
    title_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_, _O'F_, _S_,
    _S96:_ Sonnet. _P:_ Songes w^{ch} were made to _&c._ (_vid.
    sup._ _p._ 18) _A18_, _N_, _TCC_, _TCD_]

    [2 thee; _Ed:_ thee, _1633-69_]

    [3 But if they there _1669_, _S_]

    [10 staine;] staine, _1633-69_]

    [11 But _1635-69:_ Which _1633_, _A18_, _A25_, _D_, _H49_,
    _Lec_, _N_, _TC_]

    [14 crosse, _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_, _JC_, _Lec_,
    _N_, _O'F_, _P_, _S_, _S96_, _TC:_ breake _1633-69_]

    [16 Keep it still 'tis _1669_]

    [19 And may laugh, when that Thou _D_, _H49_, _Lec_]

    [24 art now.] dost now. _1669_]




_A nocturnall upon S._ Lucies _day,_

_Being the shortest day._

  Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes,
  _Lucies_, who scarce seaven houres herself unmaskes,
    The Sunne is spent, and now his flasks
    Send forth light squibs, no constant rayes;
      The worlds whole sap is sunke:                                 5
  The generall balme th'hydroptique earth hath drunk,
  Whither, as to the beds-feet, life is shrunke,
  Dead and enterr'd; yet all these seeme to laugh,
  Compar'd with mee, who am their Epitaph.

  Study me then, you who shall lovers bee                           10
  At the next world, that is, at the next Spring:
    For I am every dead thing,
    In whom love wrought new Alchimie.
      For his art did expresse
  A quintessence even from nothingnesse,                            15
  From dull privations, and leane emptinesse:
  He ruin'd mee, and I am re-begot
  Of absence, darknesse, death; things which are not.

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