Category Archives: Donne John

The Good-Morrow by John Donne

I wonder, by my troth, 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? ’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies … Continue reading

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The Flea by John Donne

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; It sucked me first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said … Continue reading

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Batter My Heart by John Donne

Holy Sonnet XIV Batter my heart, three-person’d 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. … Continue reading

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Meditation XVII by John Donne

From Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions NUNC LENTO SONITU DICUNT, MORIERIS. Now this bell tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die. Perchance he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it … Continue reading

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A Burnt Ship by John Donne

Out of a fired ship, which by no way But drowning could be rescued from the flame, Some men leaped forth, and ever as they came Near the foes’ ships, did by their shot decay; So all were lost, which … Continue reading

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A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne

As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say The breath goes now, and some say, No: So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor … Continue reading

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The Sun Rising by John Donne

Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late school boys and sour prentices, Go tell court huntsmen that … Continue reading

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