Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee doContinue reading “John Donne, Holy Sonnets”
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Ascension – John Donne
Salute the last, and everlasting day,Joy at the uprising of this Sun, and Son,Ye whose true tears, or tribulationHave purely wash’d, or burnt your drossy clay.Behold, the Highest, parting hence away,Lightens the dark clouds, which He treads upon;Nor doth he by ascending show alone,But first He, and He first enters the way.O strong Ram, whichContinue reading “Ascension – John Donne”
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