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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems, elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions.] |
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An Anatomy of the World. |
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The first Anniversary. |
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When that rich Soule which to her heaven is gone, |
Whō all do celebrate, who know they have one, |
(For who is sure he hath a Soule, unlesse |
It see, and judge, and follow worthinesse, |
And by deeds praise it? he who doth not this, |
May lodge an inmate soule, but 'tis not his.) |
When that Queene ended here her progresse time, |
And, as t'her standing house to heaven did climbe, |
Where loath to make the Saints attend her long, |
Shee's now a part both of the Quire, and Song:* |
This World, in that great earthquake languished; |
For in a common bath of teares it bled, |
Which drew the strongest vitall spirits out: |
But succour'd then with a perplexed doubt, |
Whether the world did lose, or gaine in this, |
(Because since now no other way there is, |
But goodnesse, to see her, whom all would see, |
All must endeavour to be good as she.)
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[CW: This] |