Yet thou triumph’st, and say’st that thouįind’st not thyself nor me the weaker now. Though parents grudge, and you, we’re met,Īnd cloistered in these living walls of jet.Īnd sacrilege, three sins in killing three.Įxcept in that drop which it sucked from thee?
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is. Where we almost, yea, more than married are. How little that which thou deniest me is Īnd in this flea our two bloods mingled be.Ī sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead Īnd pampered swells with one blood made of two,Īnd this, alas, is more than we would do! To view the original texts you can access the excellent Digital Donne website which contains texts and images of the source volumes. Note: This version of the Songs and Sonnets follows the 1635 edition, excluding only a single poem ‘Deare love, continue nice and chaste’.
Kline © Copyright 2010, All Rights Reserved. The edited text of each poem with a line by line paraphrase, and occasional explanatory notes
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