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23 Cards in this Set
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Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee |
The Flea- John Donne
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As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their sould to go Whilst some of their sad friends do say The breath goes now, and some day, No |
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning- John Donne
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Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labor, I in labor lie |
To His Mistress Going To Bed- John Donne
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Thou hast made me, and shall they work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste; I run to death, and death meets me as fast |
Holy Sonnet 1- John Donne
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Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend |
Holy Sonnet 14- John Donne
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A broken ALTAR, Lord, ty servant rears,
Made of a hear, and cemented with tears; Whose parts are as they hand did fram; |
The Altar- George Herbert
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Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more |
Easter Wings- George Herbet
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Prayer, the church's banquet; angel's age,
God's breath in man returning to his birth; The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage |
Prayer- George Herbert
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Who says that fictions only and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? IS all good structure in a winding stair? |
Jordan- George Herbert
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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup |
Song: To Celia- Ben Jonson
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Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show
Of touch or marble; nor canst boast a row Of polished pillarsm or a roof of gold |
To Penshurst- Ben Jonson
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Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy; Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay |
On My First Son- Ben Jonson
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When night's black mantle could most darkness prove,
And sleep, death's image, did my snese hire From knowledge of myself, then thoughts did move |
Sonnet 1 from Pamphilia to Amphilanthis- Mary Wroth
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In this strange labryinth how shall I turn?
Ways are on all sides, while the way I miss: If to the right hand, there in love I burn; |
Sonnet 77 from A Crown of Sonnets- Mary Wroth
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A broken ALTAR, Lord, ty servant rears,
Made of a hear, and cemented with tears; Whose parts are as they hand did fram; |
The Altar- George Herbert
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Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more |
Easter Wings- George Herbet
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Prayer, the church's banquet; angel's age,
God's breath in man returning to his birth; The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage |
Prayer- George Herbert
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Who says that fictions only and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty? IS all good structure in a winding stair? |
Jordan- George Herbert
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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup |
Song: To Celia- Ben Jonson
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Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show
Of touch or marble; nor canst boast a row Of polished pillarsm or a roof of gold |
To Penshurst- Ben Jonson
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Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy; Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay |
On My First Son- Ben Jonson
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When night's black mantle could most darkness prove,
And sleep, death's image, did my snese hire From knowledge of myself, then thoughts did move |
Sonnet 1 from Pamphilia to Amphilanthis- Mary Wroth
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In this strange labryinth how shall I turn?
Ways are on all sides, while the way I miss: If to the right hand, there in love I burn; |
Sonnet 77 from A Crown of Sonnets- Mary Wroth
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