...observe "the four corners of the world." FORM : Italian sonnet rhyming abbaabbacdcdee. The Good Morrow I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in...

...honour, when thou yield'sr to me, Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee. The Good Morrow I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in...

...speech. Donne, for example, gets high marks from Leavis, because his poetry embodies living speech. I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in...

...honour, when thou yield'st to me, Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee. The Good Morrow I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we loved? were we not weaned till then, But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?0 Or snorted we in...

...where I was born' or 'Lars Porsena of Clusium', but - quite extraordinarily - the opening of Donne's The Goodmorrow ('I wonder by my troth what thou and...we lov'd? Were we not wean'd till then / But suck'd on country pleasures childishly?'). It's not too pedantic to point out how much of a minority taste...

...characteristically animist topoi. The souls remain asleep before recognizing/knowing each other ("1 Wonder by my troth, what thou, and I / Did, till we lov'd?"), rigid in oblivion, in the worst indigence ("were we not wean'd till then?), snoring in the cavern of...

...covering sheet. "Jesus, Jasper." She was truly shocked. "I had no idea. It's beautiful. Really beautiful." I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? were we not weaned till then, But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers'...

...Rising," which record a speaker's dawning awareness of the manifestation of the sacred in his life. I wonder, by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then? But suck'd on countrey pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the'seaven sleepers den? T'was so; But this, all...

...precisely on its exclusion of the outside world, of time and space. I am reminded of John Donne's poem "The Good-Morrow": I wonder by my troth, what thou,...Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd till then? For love, all love of other sights controules, And makes one little roome an every where.4 The claim...

...precisely on its exclusion of the outside world, of time and space. I am remmded of Jobn Donne's poem "The Good-Morrow": I wonder by my troth, what thou, and I Did, till we lov'd? were we not wean'd rill then? For love, all love of other sights controules, And makes one litde roome an every where.*...