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No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
«Молитвы по возникающим поводам»: Размышление XVII (Devotions upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation XVII), 1623

воздух
Источник: Стихотворения и поэмы

птица
Источник: Стихотворения и поэмы

природа
Источник: Обращения к Господу в час нужды и бедствий

мысль
Источник: Обращения к Господу в час нужды и бедствий

The Canonization, stanza 1

Источник: A line from a poem/song: Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go. Full version https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Song:_Sweetest_love,_I_do_not_go
Контексте: SWEETEST love, I do not go,
⁠For weariness of thee,
Nor in hope the world can show
⁠A fitter love for me;
⁠But since that I
At the last must part, 'tis best,
Thus to use myself in jest
⁠By feigned deaths to die.

Yesternight the sun went hence,
⁠And yet is here to-day;
He hath no desire nor sense,
⁠Nor half so short a way;
⁠Then fear not me,
But believe that I shall make
Speedier journeys, since I take
⁠More wings and spurs than he.

O how feeble is man's power,
⁠That if good fortune fall,
Cannot add another hour,
⁠Nor a lost hour recall;
⁠But come bad chance,
And we join to it our strength,
And we teach it art and length,
⁠Itself o'er us to advance.

When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind,
⁠But sigh'st my soul away;
When thou weep'st, unkindly kind,
⁠My life's blood doth decay.
⁠It cannot be
That thou lovest me as thou say'st,
If in thine my life thou waste,
⁠That art the best of me.

Let not thy divining heart
⁠Forethink me any ill;
Destiny may take thy part,
⁠And may thy fears fulfil.
⁠But think that we
Are but turn'd aside to sleep.
They who one another keep
⁠Alive, ne'er parted be.

The Canonization, stanza 4

The Canonization, stanza 3

Источник: The Poems of John Donne; Miscellaneous Poems (Songs and Sonnets) Elegies. Epithalamions, or Marriage Songs. Satires. Epigrams. the Progress of

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Контексте: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

The Extasy, line 71
Источник: The Complete English Poems

No. 18, line 1
Holy Sonnets (1633)

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Контексте: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Контексте: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

The Extasy, line 45
Контексте: We then, who are this new soul, know
Of what we are compos'd and made,
For th' atomies of which we grow
Are souls, whom no change can invade.
But oh alas, so long, so far,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
They'are ours, though they'are not we; we are
The intelligences, they the spheres.

No. 10, line 1
Holy Sonnets (1633)
Контексте: Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

No. 7, line 1
Holy Sonnets (1633)
Контексте: At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattred bodies go.

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Контексте: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

Songs and Sonnets (1633), The Good-Morrow
Контексте: p>I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.</p

The Triple Fool, stanza 1
Источник: The Complete English Poems

Modern version: No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Meditation 17. This was the source for the title of Ernest Hemingway's novel.
Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions (1624)
Источник: Meditation XVII - Meditation 17
Контексте: No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

No. 19, To His Mistress Going to Bed
Elegies
Источник: The Complete English Poems

No. 2, The Anagram, line 27
Elegies
Источник: The Complete English Poems

Источник: The Complete English Poems

The Bait, stanza 1

Источник: No man is an island – A selection from the prose

Verse Letter to Sir Henry Woton, written before April 1598, line 1
Вариант: More than kisses, letters mingle souls.