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Donne was born in London to a prominent Roman Catholic family but converted to Anglicanism during the 1590s. At the age of 11 he entered the University of Oxford, where he studied for three years. According to some accounts, he spent the next three years at the University of Cambridge but took no degree at either university. He began the study of law at Lincoln's Inn, London, in 1592, and he seemed destined for a legal or diplomatic career. Donne was appointed private secretary to Sir Thomas Egerton, Keeper of the Great Seal, in 1598. His secret marriage in 1601 to Egerton's niece, Anne More, resulted in his dismissal from this position and in a brief imprisonment. During the next few years Donne made a meager living as a lawyer.
Donne's principal literary accomplishments during this period were Divine Poems (1607) and the prose work Biathanatos (c. 1608, posthumously published 1644), a half-serious extenuation of suicides, in which he argued that suicide is not intrinsically sinful. Donne became a priest of the Anglican Church in 1615 and was appointed royal chaplain later that year. In 1621 he was named dean of St. Paul's Cathedral. He attained eminence as a preacher, delivering sermons that are regarded as the most brilliant and eloquent of his time.
Donne's poetry embraces a wide range of secular and religious subjects. He wrote cynical verse about inconstancy, poems about true love, Neoplatonic lyrics on the mystical union of lovers' souls and bodies and brilliant satires and hymns depicting his own spiritual struggles. The two "Anniversaries" - "An Anatomy of the World" (1611) and "Of the Progress of the Soul" (1612)--are elegies for 15-year-old Elizabeth Drury.
Whatever the subject, Donne's poems reveal the same characteristics that typified the work of the metaphysical poets: dazzling wordplay, often explicitly sexual; paradox; subtle argumentation; surprising contrasts; intricate psychological analysis; and striking imagery selected from nontraditional areas such as law, physiology, scholastic philosophy, and mathematics.
Donne's prose, almost equally metaphysical, ranks at least as high as his poetry. The Sermons, some 160 in all, are especially memorable for their imaginative explications of biblical passages and for their intense explorations of the themes of divine love and of the decay and resurrection of the body. Devotions upon Emergent Occasions (1624) is a powerful series of meditations, expostulations, and prayers in which Donne's serious sickness at the time becomes a microcosm wherein can be observed the stages of the world's spiritual disease.
Obsessed with the idea of death, Donne preached what was called his own funeral sermon, "Death's Duel" just a few weeks before he died in London on March 31, 1631.
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Holy Sonnet 10
I'm trying to write a paper on Donne's Holy Sonnet 10. I have to identify the tone of this poem. Can any one help me out? It's not dark and depressing, but it's also not skip through the flowers and watch the sheep. How would you describe the tone?
Posted By AnaofBohemia at Wed 3 Mar 2010, 3:50 PM in Donne, John || 2 Replies
John Donne's Meditation 17
I am a student teacher and am having a really tough time coming up with a lesson plan for teaching Meditation 17. Can anyone give me some ideas?
Posted By ricldani at Sun 21 Feb 2010, 5:59 PM in Donne, John || 0 Replies
Donne's Holy Sonnet 7
Hi everyone! I've been reading John Donne's Holy Sonnet no 7 over and over and can't, for the life of me, figure out what conceit or wit he uses in the poem. He is considered one of the greatest metaphysical poets. Would be very grateful, if someone could help me! It goes like this: At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels; and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dearth (famine), age, agues (fevers), tyrannies, Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space; For, if above all these my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of thy grace When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent; for that's as good As if thou hadst sealed my pardon with thy blood.
Posted By JePi at Tue 24 Nov 2009, 11:18 AM in Donne, John || 12 Replies
The Good-Morrow - Please Help!!
Hi, I am currently writing an essay on this poem but I am finding it really difficult to understand and get into. I know it is a Metaphysical poem, but I have had that many different explanations of what Metaphysical is I'm getting confused!! If you could please help me try to understand this poem in more depth I would really appreciate it!! Many thanks, Becky
Posted By Bustiblonde at Thu 5 Nov 2009, 5:03 AM in Donne, John || 3 Replies
Question - Done and More
Can anyone tell me the name of the poem in which John Donne uses the words "done" and "more" as a play on his name and his wife's name? Thanks for any help!
Posted By Libby C at Fri 23 Oct 2009, 10:06 AM in Donne, John || 1 Reply
John Donne A Hymn to Christ, at the Author's last going into Germany
Hi! I am having great difficulty in finding a analysis for A Hymn to Christ, Author's last going into Germany In what torn ship soever I embark, That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark; What sea soever swallow me, that flood Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood; Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise Thy face, yet through that mask I know those eyes, Which, though they turn away sometimes, They never will despise. I sacrifice this Island unto thee, And all whom I loved there, and who loved me; When I have put our seas 'twixt them and me, Put thou thy sea betwixt my sins and thee. As the tree's sap doth seek the root below In winter, in my winter now I go, Where none but thee, th' Eternal root Of true Love, I may know. :brickwall Can anyone help? Anything much appreciated :yawnb:
Posted By Stella Span22 at Tue 29 Sep 2009, 2:21 AM in Donne, John || 0 Replies
What is the significance of the aubade form?
In 'The Sunne Rising' or 'The Good Morrow' what is the significance of Donne using the aubade form? Is it merely to illustrate the sun's intrusion on the lovers or could it be a subtle allusion to the Ptolemaic idea of man being centre of the universe? I am interested to hear any responses, thank you.
Posted By Rougir at Fri 7 Aug 2009, 10:34 AM in Donne, John || 0 Replies
Donne and 'The Other'
Does anyone else think of Donne as a slightly Other poet or at least having an element of tension in this area, growing up catholic, trying to set himself apart from the rest of the world with love, setting his poetry in private not public spheres, Occasional magical/supernatural elements? Opinions? Amy
Posted By acb508 at Wed 10 Jun 2009, 7:36 PM in Donne, John || 0 Replies
Scansion Help, Holy Sonnet 7
Hi all, For my english course I need to do an analysis of the meter and rhythm of Donne's Holy Sonnet 7. Here is the original poem. At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ; All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, death, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ; For, if above all these my sins abound, 'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace, When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, Teach me how to repent, for that's as good As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood. Here is my scansion of lines 5-13. (Lines 1-4, 14 my professor assisted with.) At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ; All whom | the flood | did, and | fire shall | o'erthrow, (iamb iamb pyrrhic trochee trochee)? All whom | war, death, | age, ag | ues, tyr | annies, (iamb spondee spondee iamb iamb)??? Despair, | law, chance | hath slain, | and you,| whose eyes (iamb spondee iamb iamb iamb) Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. (perfect iambic pentameter) But let | them sleep, | Lord, and | me mourn | a space ; (iamb iamb pyrrhic trochee pyrrhic) For, if above all these my sins abound, (perfect iambic pentameter) 'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace, (iambic pentameter) When we are there. Here on this lowly ground, (perfect iambic pentameter) Teach me how to repent, for that's as good (perfect iambic pentameter) As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood. Ok, I really don't trust my scansion. I've never scanned a poem before and I know Donne's a bit tricky, and I'm sure I made a thousand mistakes. I feel like some of my lines are way too bizarre, even for Donne. But since my essay is based upon this poem (and simply that I find it interesting!) I'd really appreciate any critique. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Posted By momento at Mon 18 May 2009, 10:37 AM in Donne, John || 1 Reply
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Posted By LONGING DEW at Sat 28 Mar 2009, 7:20 AM in Donne, John || 7 Replies