John Donne
John Donne
John Donnewas an English poet and a cleric in the Church of England. He is considered the pre-eminent representative of the metaphysical poets. His works are noted for their strong, sensual style and include sonnets, love poems, religious poems, Latin translations, epigrams, elegies, songs, satires and sermons. His poetry is noted for its vibrancy of language and inventiveness of metaphor, especially compared to that of his contemporaries. Donne's style is characterised by abrupt openings and various paradoxes, ironies and dislocations...
love taught idiot
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love.
love sex phoenix
The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love.
love lying maps
Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
love heaven should
The heavens rejoice in motion, why should I Abjure my so much loved variety.
art kings war
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms, can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke. Why swell'st thou then?
humiliation sanctification
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
night scapes stormy-days
And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.
graves feels humans
To know and feel all this and not have the words to express it makes a human a grave of his own thoughts.
dies
Death, thou shalt die.
love eye heart
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west? Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally; If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
heart blow shining
Batter my heart, three-personed 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.
sex hands roving
Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.
book men islands
All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated....As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon, calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come: so this bell calls us all....No man is an island, entire of itself...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
heart destiny may
Let not thy divining heart Forethink me any ill; Destiny may take thy part, And may thy fears fulfill.