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Break of Day (John Donne)

STAY, O sweet, and do not rise! The light that shines comes from thine eyes; The day breaks not: it is my heart, Because that you and I must part. Stay! or else my joys will die, And perish in … Lees verder

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The Good Morrow (John Donne)

I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers’ den? ‘Twas so; but this all pleasures fancies … Lees verder

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The sun rising (John Donne)

            Busy old fool, unruly Sun,             Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains call on us? Must thy motions lovers’ season run?           … Lees verder

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