For Whom The Bell Tolls | John Donne Poem
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
This being human
is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
1. If, 2. The Road Not Taken,
3. Invictus, 4. Don’t Quit,
5. Still I Rise, 6. Desiderata..
The art of losing isn’t
hard to master;
so many things seem
filled with the intent
1. As The Time Draws Nigh
2. When I do count the clock
3. The Lapse Of Time
4. Endless Time
It was many and
many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived..
This poem reflects Milton’s
fascination with music,
harmony, and the divine.
If it is not my
portion to meet
thee in this life
then let me ever feel