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...
died full hour hours lovers thee though
When I died last, and, Dear, I die as often as from thee I go though it be but an hour ago and lovers hours be full eternity.
died full hour hours thee though
When I died last, and, Dear, I die / As often as from thee I go, / Though it be but an hour ago, / And lovers' hours be full eternity.
eyes pictures
Pictures in our eyes to get / Was all our propagation.
atheist felt love rebel though worst
Rebel and Atheist too, why murmur I, / As though I felt the worst that love could do?
heart love rags
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can love no more.
catch child falling past
Go, and catch a falling star, / Get with child a mandrake root, / Tell me, where all past years are, / Or who cleft the Devil's foot.
shall thy
If yet I have not all thy love, / Dear, I shall never have it all.
alike equally loves none thou whatever
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;If our two loves be one, or thou and I Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.
benefit draws hook jaws sticks takes
There is a hook in every benefit that sticks in his jaws that takes the benefit, and draws him whither the benefactor will
almost blood body eloquent might pure spoke
Her pure and eloquent blood / Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, / That one might almost say, her body thought.
bank pillow pregnant rest sat
Where, like a pillow on a bed, / A pregnant bank swelled up, to rest / The violet's reclining head, / Sat we two, one another's best.
shall thou thy work
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
goes propose sea sick true whoever
Whoever loves, if he do not propose the right true end of love, he's one that goes to sea for nothing but to make him sick
crowns harm nor question shroud subtle
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm / Nor question much / That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm.