Sunday, 23 March 2014

Death Be Not Proud BY JOHN DONNE

Death Be Not Proud

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die. 

1 comment:

  1. I appreciate the effort you have put in to structure your response and use what you have learnt in class.

    To develop your skills further, you need to also pick out the specific words and phrases and explain how they bring about the Point.

    For example: Which part of "Thou art to slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men" shows that Death is not so powerful because it is not the one who orders the dying of people?

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