At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls **** All… — John Donne Copy Share Image
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are… — John Donne Copy Share Image
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call and invite God and his angels thither... — John Donne Copy Share Image
In best understandings, sin began, Angels sinned first, then Devils, and then Man. — John Donne Copy Share Image
God is so omnipresent. . . . God is an angel in an angel, and a stone in a stone, and a… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Men are sponges, which, to pour out, receive; Who know false play, rather than lose, deceive. For in best understandings sin began,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life. — John Donne Copy Share Image
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but… — John Donne Copy Share Image
We study health, and we deliberate upon our meats and drink and air and exercises, and we hew and we polish every stone that… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Commemoration of Pandita Mary Ramabai, Translator of the Scriptures, 1922 A memory of yesterday's pleasures, a fear of tomorrow's dangers, a straw under my… — John Donne Copy Share Image
Various content To your eyes, ears, and tongue, and every part. If then your body go, what need you a heart? — John Donne Copy Share Image
“Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ; That I may rise,… — John Donne Copy Share Image
That which attempts to elevate the ugly to the level of beauty becomes neither; but an obscenity. — John Donne Copy Share Image
For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull… — John Donne Copy Share Image
As states subsist in part by keeping their weaknesses from being known, so is it the quiet of families to have their chancery and… — John Donne Copy Share Image
All Kings, and all their favorites, All glory of honors, beauties, wits, The sun itself, which makes times, as they pass, Is elder by… — John Donne Copy Share Image
