Tag Archives: John Donne

On The Sin Of Fear

To CHRIST by John Donne WILT thou forgive that sinn, where I begunn, Which is my sinn, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive those sinns through which I runn And doe run still, though still I doe deplore? … Continue reading

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To the U.S. Congress, Dáil Éireann and all lawmakers who have betrayed their citizens and humanity

At The Round Earth’s Imagined Corners By John Donne. At the round earth’s imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go, All whom the flood did, … Continue reading

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