And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then; Holy Sonnets by John Donne Holy Sonnet 7. Batter my heart, three-personed God, for you. https://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Holy_Sonnets/Holy_Sonnet_10&oldid=10274820, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again, This page was last edited on 25 June 2015, at 01:46. Holy Sonnets by John Donne Holy Sonnet 1. Jump to navigation Jump to search ←Holy Sonnet 13. But am betroth'd unto your enemy: Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art From Wikisource < Holy Sonnets. Jump to navigation Jump to search ←Holy Sonnet 6. I run to death, and Death meets me as fast, I dare not move my dim eyes any way; … I, like an usurp'd town, to another due, Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, Take me to you, imprison me, for I, As yet but knock; breathe, shine, and seek to mend; Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, Despair behind, and Death before doth cast The Holy Sonnets of John Donne is a song cycle composed in 1945 by Benjamin Britten for tenor or soprano voice and piano, and published as his Op. Sonnet 127. From Wikisource < Holy Sonnets. From Wikisource < Holy Sonnets. Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. Holy Sonnets by John Donne Holy Sonnet 14. Holy Sonnet 2→ — Thou hast made me, and shall Thy work decay? Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 10. Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 14. Svaté sonety-Holy Sonnets. Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me. z Wikipedie, otevřené encyklopedie. Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.

Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Jump to navigation Jump to search ←Holy Sonnets. One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, But our old subtle foe so tempteth me, Jump to navigation Jump to search ←Holy Sonnet 9. As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend. Such terror, and my feeble flesh doth waste

35. Holy Sonnets, also called Divine Meditations or Divine Sonnets, series of 19 devotional poems by John Donne that were published posthumously in 1633 in the first edition of Songs and Sonnets. That not one hour myself I can sustain. Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. This page was last edited on 25 June 2015, at 01:57. And thou like adamant draw mine iron heart. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, https://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Holy_Sonnets/Holy_Sonnet_1&oldid=5490758, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 1. And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, By Thy leave I can look, I rise again; Holy Sonnets/Holy Sonnet 7. From Wikisource < Holy Sonnets.

By sin in it, which it towards hell doth weigh. I, like an usurped town to another due, Labor to admit you, but O, to no end; Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captivated, and proves weak or untrue. This page was last edited on 19 June 2020, at 14:26. In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name; But now is black beauty's successive heir, And beauty slandered with a bastard shame: For since each hand hath put on Nature's power, Fairing the foul with art's false borrowed face, Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower, But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace. And death shall be no more, death, thou shalt die. Labour to admit you, but O, to no end. Holy Sonnet 15→ — 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. Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, Death be not proud, though some have callèd thee Only Thou art above, and when towards Thee

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste; I run to death, and Death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday. That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend — Death be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore … Holy Sonnet 11→ sister projects: Wikipedia article, Wikidata item. Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste; Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. I dare not move my dim eyes any way; From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

And all my pleasures are like yesterday. But is captived, and proves weak or untrue. Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so, Thou hast made me, and shall Thy work decay? Holy Sonnets by John Donne Holy Sonnet 10. https://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Holy_Sonnets/Holy_Sonnet_14&oldid=5490796, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. Batter my heart, three-person'd God; for you Holy Sonnet 14.