O might those sighes and teares returne againe (Holy Sonnet III)
John Donne * Track #3 On Divine Meditations
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- #1Thou hast made me, and shall thy worke decay? (Holy Sonnet I)
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- #2As due by many titles I resigne (Holy Sonnet 2)
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- #3O might those sighes and teares returne againe (Holy Sonnet III)
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- #4Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned (Holy Sonnet IV)
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- #5I am a little world made cunningly (Holy Sonnet V)
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- #6This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint (Holy Sonnet VI)
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- #7What if this present were the worlds last night? (Holy Sonnet VIII)
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- #8
“Death, be not proud” (Holy Sonnet X)John Donne
- #9Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side (Holy Sonnet XI)
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- #10Why are wee by all creatures waited on? (Holy Sonnet XII)
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- #11Batter my heart, three-person’d God (Holy Sonnet XIV)
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- #12Wilt thou love God, as he thee? then digest (Holy Sonnet XV)
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- #13Father, part of his double interest (Holy Sonnet XVI)
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- #14Since she whom I lov’d hath payd her last debt (Holy Sonnet XVII)
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- #15Show me deare Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. (Holy Sonnet XVIII)
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- #16Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one (Holy Sonnet XIX)
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O might those sighes and teares returne againe (Holy Sonnet III) by John Donne
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O might those sighes and teares returne againe
Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent,
That I might in this holy discontent
Mourne with some fruit, as I have mourn'd in vaine;
In mine Idolatry what showres of raine
Mine eyes did waste? what griefs my heart did rent?
That sufferance was my sinne; now I repent;
Cause I did sufffer I must suffer paine.
Th'hydroptique drunkard, and night-scouting thiefe,
The itchy Lecher, and selfe-tickling proud
Have the remembrance of past joyes, for reliefe
Of comming ills. To (poore) me is allow'd
No ease; for, long, yet vehement griefe hath beene
Th'effect and cause, the punishment and sinne.