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...
call ghosts life
Yet call not this long life; but think that IAm, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die?
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
life swear fairs
And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair.
life joy nursery
. . . Change is the nursery Of musicke, joy, life and eternity.
life tolls bells
Commemoration of Richard Meux Benson, Founder of the Society of St John the Evangelist, 1915 Our critical day is not the very day of our death, but the whole course of our life; I thank him, that prays for me when my bell tolls; but I thank him much more, that catechizes me, or preaches to me, or instructs me how to live.
life-and-death going-out execution
All our life is but a going out to the place of execution, to death.
life sleep men
Men have conceived a twofold use of sleep; it is a refreshing of the body in this life, and a preparing of the soul for the next.
life critical courses
Our critical day is not the very day of our death; but the whole course of our life.
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?
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.
heart love rags
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore, but after one such love can love no more.
call ghosts
Yet call not this long life; but think that I Am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die?