Poetry: Donne – A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

"Such wilt thou be to me, who must,    Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just,    And makes me end where I begun."

Poetry: Burns – A Red, Red Rose

Robert Burns was a character. One of my favorite of the Romantic poets, he took romanticism a little too seriously than was appropriate. And though he did eventually settle down, I tend to find poems like "A Red, Red Rose" somewhat ironic. "As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I;And I …

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