John Donne

(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)

A dialogue between Sir Henry Wootton and Mr. Donne


IF her disdain least change in you can move,
You do not love,
For when that hope gives fuel to the fire,
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  • * Sunprincess * (3/14/2014 7:31:00 PM)

    IF her disdain least change in you can move,
    You do not love,
    For when that hope gives fuel to the fire,
    You sell desire.
    Love is not love, but given free;
    And so is mine; so should yours be. (Report) Reply

  • Sylva Portoian (5/17/2010 6:44:00 AM)

    English poetry Lacks Passion,
    This is a very special poem
    Needed to be analyzed by an expert in English Language.
    Please do I will send later My Poem to Donne and you
    From my Passionate Volcanic Hart (heart) *!
    ________________________________________________
    *Hart: This is my way to write heart and is correct to enter English Dictionary
    In my book' Lance My Hart at a Glance' (Report) Reply

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