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...
faith fears god hears sees
As he that fears God hears nothing else, so, he that sees God sees every thing else.
fears god sees
As he that fears God fears nothing else, so, he that sees God sees everything else
both break ghost happiest last selves sucks thou turn
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, / Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away,/ Turn thou ghost that way, and let me turn this, / And let our selves benight our happiest day.
love thou whom
O, if thou car'st not whom I love alas, thou lov'st not me.
broke dear dream happy less strong thee theme therefore thou
Dear love, for nothing less than thee / Would I have broke this happy dream, / It was a theme / For reason, much too strong for fantasy, / Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yet / My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it.
eyes home send thee
Send home my long strayed eyes to me, Which too long have dwelt on thee
dream joys
So, if I dream I have you, I have you, / For all our joys are but fantastical.
art bed centre shine thou thy
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere,/ This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.
absent letters mingle speak thus
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; for, thus friends absent speak
coming holy instrument saints shall since thy tune
Since I am coming to that holy room, / Where, with thy quire of Saints for evermore, / I shall be made thy Music; As I come / I tune the instrument here at the door, / And what I must do then, think here before.
princes
She is all States, and all Princes, I, / Nothing else is. / Princes do but play us.
love saw white
Nurse, O my love is slain, I saw him go / O'er the white Alps alone.
add again attain love second till unto
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years, till we attain to write threescore: this is the second of our reign.
add again love unto
Let us love nobly, and live, and add again years and years unto years.