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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5fd77d0 | To rage, to lust, to write to, to commend, All is the purlieu of the god of love. | John Donne | ||
| dba6659 | A bracelet of bright hair about the bone. | John Donne | ||
| d98f175 | Take heed of loving me. | John Donne | ||
| d754ee9 | So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away. | John Donne | ||
| 479a649 | Ah cannot we After such pleasures? | John Donne | ||
| 9e8339c | Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; For, thus friends absent speak. | John Donne | ||
| f4408b3 | Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. | John Donne | ||
| 70f6155 | Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love. | John Donne | ||
| ddbf90b | She, and comparisons are odious. | John Donne | ||
| 06a0309 | No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face. | John Donne | ||
| e3e80c9 | The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety. | John Donne | ||
| 6a6717d | The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests. | John Donne | ||
| a18ce2b | Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright. | John Donne | ||
| bd8234d | O my America! my new-found land. | John Donne | ||
| 340a6ac | All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain. | John Donne | ||
| 0ca3f37 | What if this present were the world's last night? | John Donne | ||
| d421640 | Show me, dear Christ, Thy spouse, so bright and clear. | John Donne | ||
| 656125e | Variable, and therefore miserable condition of man; this minute I was well, and am ill, this minute. | John Donne | ||
| 5d9bc3c | Age is a sickness, and Youth is an ambush. | John Donne | ||
| 6df1155 | I do nothing upon myself, and yet am mine own executioner. | John Donne | ||
| fd9d18e | The flea, though he kill none, he does all the harm he can. | John Donne | ||
| f90c02f | How deep do we dig, and for how coarse gold? | John Donne | ||
| e06c2d6 | And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet? | John Donne | ||
| 3fce12f | Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthian soul! | John Donne | ||
| d35b859 | Organization kills. | John Dos Passos | ||
| 114fa4a | Walt Whitman's a hell of a lot more revolutionary than any Russian poet I've ever heard of. | John Dos Passos | ||
| 8c384fd | How did they pick John Doe? | John Dos Passos | ||
| 227c273 | The Body of an American, **1919* [1932] | John Dos Passos | ||
| 9ff79e1 | All right we are two nations. | John Dos Passos | ||
| e0ea73e | An horrid stillness first invades the ear,And in that silence we the tempest fear. | John Dryden | ||
| 08a714e | Their heavenly harps a lower strain began, and in soft music mourn the fall of man. | John Dryden | ||
| 677bfa5 | Music] is inarticulate poesy. | John Dryden | ||
| ac395f8 | Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. | John Dryden | ||
| 90a41f0 | Death in itself is nothing; but we fearTo be we know not what, we know not where. | John Dryden | ||
| 27ee14a | 'T is not for nothing that we life pursue;It pays our hopes with something still that's new. | John Dryden | ||
| bb6f7d6 | A man is to be cheated into passion, but to be reasoned into truth. | John Dryden | ||
| 1c89abb | O gracious God! how far have weProfaned thy heavenly gift of poesy! | John Dryden | ||
| 958e183 | And torture one poor word ten thousand ways. | John Dryden | ||
| 20fe9b7 | This is the porcelain clay of humankind. | John Dryden | ||
| b2883c1 | I have a soul that like an ample shieldCan take in all, and verge enough for more. | John Dryden | ||
| a263e3d | A knockdown argument: 'tis but a word and a blow. | John Dryden | ||
| 3c54c42 | Whistling to keep myself from being afraid. | John Dryden | ||
| 442dddf | The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine. | John Dryden | ||
| 5172048 | Truth is the foundation of all knowledge, and the cement of all societies. | John Dryden |