Elegy X: The Dream. IMAGE of her whom I love, more than she, Whose fair impression in my faithful heart Makes me her medal, and makes her love me, As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart The value ; go, and take my heart from hence, Which now is grown too great and good for me. Honours oppress weak spirits, and our sense

Strong objects dull; the more, the less we see. Convenient, and more proportional. For, all our joys are but fantastical. And sleep which locks up sense, doth lock out all. Than if more honour,...

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ELEGY X. THE DREAM. IMAGE of her whom I love, more than she, Whose fair impression in my faithful heart Makes me her medal, and makes her love me, As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart The value ; go, and take my heart from hence, Which now is grown too great and good for me. Honours oppress weak spirits, and our sense

ELEGY X. THE DREAM. by John Donne IMAGE of her whom I love, more than she, Whose fair impression in my faithful heart Makes me her medal, and makes her love me, As kings do coins, to which their stamps impart The value ; go, and take my heart from hence, Which now is grown too great and good for me. Honours oppress weak spirits, and our sense

Behind the billboard, just in back of it, life is real. earnestly, in the trampled grass, and dogs respond to nature. a young Lament....he follows her into the meadows. She says: the way is long. We live out there.... Where? And the youth. follows. He is touched by her gentle bearing. The shoulders, the neck, -perhaps she is of noble ancestry?

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elegy x HE COMPLAINS TO CERES THAT, DURING HER FESTIVAL, HE IS NOT SUFFERED TO SHARE HIS MISTRESS' COUCH. HERE is the yearly festival of Ceres come round again: and my lady has to sleep in a lonely bed.