John Donne
1572
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1631
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author of metaphysical and love poetry that is among the greatest ever written
Donne's metaphysical poetry makes use of complex, shifting images which are remarkably convincing to the reader. The greatness of his poetry is the simplicity in the ideas expressed - despite the use of extensive techniques and varying images, a simple and complete argument is moulded in all of the poet's works.
At an early age, Donne entered the University of Oxford, and later had a short stint at Cambridge University. He did not receive a degree from either university; but subsequently studied law and worked as a lawyer.
He became a priest of the Anglican Church in 1615, after deserting the Catholic faith in which he was brought up. His collection of Holy Sermons, 160 Sermons is some of his most interesting work.
Donne's metaphysical poetry and the irregular techniques he employed which were so unique for his time had a profound influence on many authors.
Source: Classics Network Editorial Team
DONNE, JOHN (1573—1631), English poet and divine of the reign of James I, was born in 1573 in the parish of St Nicholas Olave, in the city Of London. His father was a wealthy merchant, who next year became warden of the Company of Ironmongers, but died early in 1576. Donne’s parents were Catholics, and his mother, Elizabeth Heywood, was directly descended from the sister of the great Sir Thomas More; she was the daughter of John Heywood the epigrammatist. As a child, Donne’s precocity was such that it was said of him that “this age hath brought forth another Pico della Mirandola.” He entered H... [read entire biography]
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He was the Word, that spake it:
He took the bread and brake it;
And what that Word did make it,
I do believe and take it.
John Donne
, Divine Poems. On the Sacrament.
We understood
Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought
That one might almost say her body thought.
John Donne
, Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury.
She and comparisons are odious.
John Donne
, Elegy 8. The Comparison.
Who are a little wise the best fools be.
John Donne
, The Triple Fool.
For this Love is enraged with me,
Yet kills not ; if I must example be
To future rebels, if th' unborn
Must learn by my being cut up and torn,
Kill, and dissect me, Love ; for this
Torture against thine own end is ;
Rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies.
John Donne
, Poems
No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
John Donne
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It is never the shallower for the calmnesse. The Sea is a deepe, there is as much water in the Sea, in a calme, as in a storme.
John Donne
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It (death) comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.
John Donne
,
No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
John Donne
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We understood
Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought
That one might almost say her body thought.
- Dr. John Donne,
Dr. John Donne
, Funeral Elegies--Of the Progress of the Soul--Death of Mistress Elizabeth Drury
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