John Donne A Valediction Forbidding Mourning

John Donne A Valediction Forbidding Mourning Short Lecture

Batter My Heart - John Donne

Let God ravish the poet, as that is the only way the Lord can have him. 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.
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John Donne – Song’- poem

John Donne - Song'- poem

rnaudioproductions for www.ipodity.com www.allcast.co.uk Song’- poem by John Donne 1573–1631 GO and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil’s foot; Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy’s stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind. If thou be’st born to strange sights, Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights Till Age snow white hairs on thee; Thou, when thou return’st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true and fair. If thou find’st one, let me know; Such a pilgrimage were sweet. Yet do not; I would not go, Though at next door we might meet. Though she were true when you met her, And last till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two or three. Audio created by Robert Nichol AudioProductions London All rights reserved rnaudioproductions for www.ipodity.com www.allcast.co.uk ipodity.com allcast.co.uk mp3 ipod download audio book audiobooks

Starts at 0:08. Not sure why! haha sorry about that. I do not own copyrights to this material. From Van Morrison’s 1983 album, Inarticulate Speech of the Heart.
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John Donne’s House

A few nice John Donne images I found:

John Donne’s House

Image by Simon Greig (xrrr)
An Elizabethan summerhouse that is part of Pyrford Place. John Donne, Poet and Dean of St Paul’s, lived here 1600 – 1604.

Prospect Cottage poem wall: “The Sunne Rising” by John Donne

Image by dumbledad
Here’s the full poem [with the bits Derek Jarman missed out in square brackets]. (And there’s a reading guide on the Poetry Foundation site.)

The Sunne Rising
by John Donne

Busie old foole, unruly Sunne,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windowes, and through curtaines call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
Sawcy pedantique wretch, goe chide
Late schoole boyes, and sowre prentices,
Goe tell Court-huntsmen, that the King will ride,
Call countrey ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knowes, nor clyme,
Nor houres, dayes, moneths, which are the rags of time.

[Thy beames, so reverend, and strong
Why shouldst thou thinke?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a winke,
But that I would not lose her sight so long:
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Looke, and to morrow late, tell mee,
Whether both the’India’s of spice and Myne
Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with mee.
Aske for those Kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt heare, All here in one bed lay.

She’is all States, and all Princes, I,
Nothing else is.
Princes doe but play us; compar’d to this,
All honor’s mimique; All wealth alchimie.]
Thou sunne art halfe as happy’as wee,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age askes ease, and since thy duties bee
To warme the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art every where;
This bed thy center is, these walls, thy spheare.