Who is John Donne
John Donne ( DUN; 22 January 1572 – 31 March 1631) was an English poet, scholar, soldier and secretary born into a recusant family, who later became a cleric in the Church of England. Under royal patronage, he was made Dean of St Paul's Cathedral in London (1621–1631). He is considered the preeminent representative of the metaphysical poets. His poetical works are noted for their metaphorical and sensual style and include sonnets, love poems, religious poems, Latin translations, epigrams, elegies, songs, and satires. He is also known for his sermons.Donne's style is characterised by abrupt openings and various paradoxes, ironies and dislo...
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John Donne Poems
- A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany
In what torn ship soever I embark,
That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;
What sea soever swallow me, that flood
Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood; ... - Holy Sonnet X
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. ... - Good Friday
(Riding Westward.)
Let man's soule be a spheare, and then in this
The intelligence that moves devotion is; ... - From -the Cross-
Who can blot out the Cross, which thâ??instrument
Of God, dewâ??d on me in the Sacrament?
Who can deny me power, and liberty
To stretch mine arms, and mine own Cross to be? ... - Good Morrow
I wonder, by my truth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved; were we not weaned till then,
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den? ...
Top 10 most used topics by John Donne
I Love You 112 Love 112 Death 63 Soul 63 Good 62 God 61 Holy 54 World 53 Sonnet 48 Life 45John Donne Quotes
- Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
- Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.
- No man is an island, entire of itself every man is a piece of the continent.
- Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for thou art not so, For, those, whom thou thinkst, thou dost overthrow, die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
- Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
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Whoisitadele: take my larceny to your new lover. truncate john donne cuter.Gagandeeprangi1: each man's death diminishes me, for i am involved in mankind. therefore, send not to know for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee. - john donne
Menetteobrique: keep us, lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory. - john donne
Sonnets_on_net: my mistress' eyes are nothing like john donne; rockets is far more red than her lip's red; if all must die, why then her pears are chunked; if hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — sonnet 130
Quote_dark: "be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail." - john donne
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