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Poetry 211105
To Daffodils BY ROBERT HERRICK
To DaffodilsBYROBERT HERRICK
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you…
Poetry 211105
The Good-Morrow by John Donne
JOHN DONNEThe Good-Morrow
Thou hast made me, and shall thy
work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine end
doth haste,
I run to death, and death meets
me as fast,
And all my pleasures are like
yesterday;
I dare not move my dim eyes any
way,
Despair behind, an…
Poetry 211105
On His Blindness by John Milton
On His BlindnessPoem LInk
When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true ac…
Poetry 211105
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's day?
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day (Sonnet 18)Poem Link
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the …
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