John Donne - Holy Sonnets

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Take me to you, imprison me, for I
Except you enthral me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

John Donne
Show me, dear Christ, Thy spouse, so bright and clear.

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One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

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At the round earth's imagined corners, blow
Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
From death, you numberless infinities
Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go.

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Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend.

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Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men.

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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so,
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.

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I am a little world made cunningly
Of elements, and an angelic sprite.

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All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despair, law, chance, hath slain.

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If poisonous minerals, and if that tree,
Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us,
If lecherous goats, if serpents envious
Cannot be damned; alas; why should I be?

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Thou'rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke.

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