John Donne

Holy Sonnet 2 by John Donne

As due by many titles I resignMyself to thee, O God. First I was madeBy Thee; and for Thee, and when I was decay’dThy blood bought that, the which before was Thine.I am Thy son, made with Thyself to shine,Thy servant, whose pains Thou hast still repaid,Thy sheep, Thine image, and—till I betray’dMyself—a temple of …

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The Ecstasy by John Donne

Where, like a pillow on a bedA pregnant bank swell’d up to restThe violet’s reclining head,Sat we two, one another’s best. Our hands were firmly cementedWith a fast balm, which thence did spring;Our eye-beams twisted, and did threadOur eyes upon one double string; So to’intergraft our hands, as yetWas all the means to make us …

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The Canonization by John Donne

For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love,Or chide my palsy, or my gout,My five gray hairs, or ruined fortune flout,With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,Take you a course, get you a place,Observe his honor, or his grace,Or the king’s real, or his stampèd faceContemplate; what you will, approve,So you …

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The Good Morrow by John Donne

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and IDid, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.If ever any beauty I did see,Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now …

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Death Be Not Proud by John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee do …

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The Flea by John Donne

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And …

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Essay on John Donne

Biography as a fine art can go no further than Walton’s Life and Death of Dr. Donne. From the ‘good and virtuous parents’ of the first line to the ‘small quantity of Christian dust’ of the last, every word is the touch of a cunning brush painting a picture. The picture lives, and with so vivid …

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