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..
If it is not my
portion to meet
thee in this life
then let me ever feel