(译后记:never knew that John Donne had been such a horny poet……haha) 较旧文章
Holy Sonnets属于John Donne的DIVINE POEMS里。这些诗都是Donne的手稿，去世后两年被他人整理发表。由于Joh...
John Donne Holy Sonnets XI. - Mr Donnelly´s English … 热度: 页数:15 batter my heart holy sonnet 14 overview:面糊我心神圣十四行诗14概述 热度: 页数:4 the holy sonnets of john donne, for high voice and piano, op. 35by benjamin britten; john donne 热度: 页数:2 Petrarchism an...
这是一首意大利体的十四行诗。诗的起句突兀，表达了对死神的嘲笑和蔑视。死亡是人生的终结，许多人对死亡表现出极度的恐惧，把死亡同黑暗的地狱联系在一起。然而，在多恩看来，死亡并没有什么可怕之处。他把死亡看作睡眠，看作是通向“永远觉醒”的必经之路。死亡只是从有限的生命通向永恒的过程。这种...
JohnDonne（1572-1631）HolySonnets:HolySonnetX:Death,benotproud CatholicismwasawardedanhonorarydoctorateindivinityfromborninLondon,fellinlovewitheroticandCambridgeandbecameainaRomanEgerton'sniecelovepoemsRoyalChaplainCatholicfamily.AnneMore 157216011615161716211631 HiswaswifemadediedDeanofAnglicanismStPaul's a...
John Donne’s Holy Sonnet III, “O Might Those Sighs And Tears Return Again,” is a powerful and emotional poem that explores the speaker’s longing for a return to a time of spiritual purity and devotion. Through its use of vivid imagery, complex metaphors, and intense emotion, the poem...
10). The second line of the sonnet rejects the comparatively gentle techniques God has previously employed to correct the speaker--"for you / As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend"--and calls instead for God to "o'erthrow" the willing poet by "force" (4). Donne demonst...
: Four Sonnets AnalyziedSonnet 10: Death, Be Not Proud ♦ Sonnet 11: Spit in My Face ♦ Sonnet 14: Batter My Heart ♦ Sonnet 17: Since She Whom I Loved ♦ 5. John Donne’s Holy Sonnets: Critical Overview 6. John Donne’s Holy Sonnets: Bibliography 7. John Donne’s Holy ...
John Donne's Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly John Donne, the English poet and preacher, is widely known for his religious poetry that reflects his spiritual journey and his struggles with faith. His Holy Sonnets, a collection of nineteen poems, are considered to be some ...
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty ang 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. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more ...