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John Donne (Джон Донн)


Crucifying


By miracles exceeding power of man,
He faith in some, envy in some begat,
For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate :
In both affections many to Him ran.
But O ! the worst are most, they will and can,
Alas ! and do, unto th' Immaculate,
Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a fate,
Measuring self-life's infinity to span,
Nay to an inch. Lo ! where condemned He
Bears His own cross, with pain, yet by and by
When it bears him, He must bear more and die.
Now Thou art lifted up, draw me to Thee,
And at Thy death giving such liberal dole,
Moist with one drop of Thy blood my dry soul.



John Donne's other poems:
  1. Гимн Богу, моему Богу, написанный во время болезниHymn to God, My God, in My Sickness
  2. Temple
  3. The Damp
  4. The Legacy
  5. The Annunciation and Passion


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