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...
war law soul
All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
silly brave
My love though silly is more brave.
truth hills huge
On a huge hill, Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will Reach her, about must, and about must goo.
love long ghost
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born.
love hate men
I do not love a man, except I hate his vices, because those vices are the enemies, and the destruction of that friend whom I love.
love strong jesus
Love is strong as death; but nothing else is as strong as either; and both, love and death, met in Christ. How strong and powerful upon you, then, should that instruction be, that comes to you from both these, the love and death of Jesus Christ!
life war book
All mankind is one volume. When one man dies, a chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language. And every chapter must be translated. God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice. But God's hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall live open to one another
mercy all-time all-occasions
All occasions invite His mercies, and all times are His seasons.
thinking suffering needs
O Lord, never suffer us to think that we can stand by ourselves, and not need thee.
love time months
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
love running fool
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
thee kill-me dies
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
educational philosophy sight
For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere
friday morning passion
The whole life of Christ was a continual Passion; others die martyrs but Christ was born a martyr. He found a Golgotha even in Bethlehem, where he was born; for to his tenderness then the straws were almost as sharp as the thorns after, and the manger as uneasy at first as his cross at last. His birth and his death were but one continual act, and his Christmas day and his Good Friday are but the evening and morning of one and the same day. And as even his birth is his death, so every action and passage that manifests Christ to us is his birth, for Epiphany is manifestation.