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By John Donne. Death, be not proud, though some have called thee. Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die 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 go,
- Holy Sonnets: Batter my heart, three-person'd God - Poetry Foundation
By John Donne. Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you....
- Holy Sonnets: At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
By John Donne. At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow....
- Holy Sonnets: Batter my heart, three-person'd God - Poetry Foundation
'Holy Sonnet 10,' written between 1609 and 1610, is the tenth in Donne's series of nineteen 'Holy Sonnets,' recognized as one of his best works. This sonnet illustrates Donne's poetic ability with its personification of death and the creative use of the apostrophe.
By John Donne. 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.
Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10) John Donne. 1572 –. 1631. Death, be not proud, though some have called thee. Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
The Holy Sonnets—also known as the Divine Meditations or Divine Sonnets—are a series of nineteen poems by the English poet John Donne (1572–1631). The sonnets were first published in 1633—two years after Donne's death.
By John Donne. At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow. Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise. From death, you numberless infinities. Of souls, and to your scatter'd bodies go; All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you whose eyes.
‘Holy Sonnet III’ by John Donne is a deeply emotional poem that expresses the poet’s struggle to come to terms with his own grief.
