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Holy Sonnets:   Batter My Heart John Donne   “Batter my heart, three-person’d God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp’d town to another due, Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end; Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captiv’d, and proves weak or untrue.   Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov’d fain, But am betroth’d unto your enemy; Divorce me, untie or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I,   Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.”   John Donne   John Donne was an English poet, lawyer, cleric and a great scholar. He was born into a catholic family in 1572.   He became a cleric in the Church of England.   He is one of the greatest representative of the metaphysical poets.   His wor...

Sonnet 141 by William Shakespeare “In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note; But ’tis my heart that loves what they despise, Who, in despite of view, is pleased to dote. Nor are mine ears with thy tongue’s tune delighted; Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone, Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited                                    To any sensual feast with thee alone: But my five wits nor my five senses can Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man, Thy proud heart’s slave and vassal wretch to be: Only my plague thus far I count my gain, That she that makes me sin awards me pain.”   Sonnet A sonnet is a poem of 14 lines. It is a fixed verse form from Italian origin.   It express a deep thoughts and feelings and follows a disciplined rhyme scheme.   It was develop...

Sonnet 73    William Shakespeare   That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs where late the sweet bird sang In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest In me thou seest the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed where on it must expire Consum’d with that which it was norishe’d by This thou perceiv’st which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.   Sonnet   A sonnet is a 14 line poem, it is written in iambic pentameter. The sonnet is derived from the Italian word sonetto meaning “sound or song.   There are several types in sonnet but the most common and simplest type is known as Shakespearean sonnet.   The...