Poetry

Bölümler

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  Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  Thou hast made me, and shall Thy work decay, John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  Father, part of his double interest..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  O might those sighs and tears return again..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  If poisonous minerals..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  I am a little world made cunningly..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  If faithful angels be alike glorified..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  As due by many titles I resign my self to Thee..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  Death, be not proud..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  Wilt thou love God, as he thee, John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  Spit in my face you Jews..., John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  Why are we by all creatures waited on, John Donne 23.03.2025 1dk
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  What if this present were the world's last night, John Donne 23.02.2025 1dk
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  At the round earth's imagin'd corners..., John Donne 23.02.2025 1dk
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  This is my play's last scene..., John Donne 23.02.2025 1dk
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  Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear..., John Donne 23.02.2025 1dk
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  Batter my heart, three-personed God..., John Donne 23.02.2025 1dk