Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but Oh, to...
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All things uncomely and broken, |
Heart, we will forget him! When you have done, pray tell me |
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, |
One day between the Lip and the Heart The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue, |
Thou art lost to me forever!—I have lost thee, Isadore! |
The cold blast at the casement beats; |
What can console for a dead world? Whatever comes, whatever goes, |
Many things thou hast given me, dear heart; |
who are ye, spirits, that stand “Oh, we be souls that loved |