Sonnet -- Donne

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/EricaGearhart/2008/02/life_death_and_poetry.html
"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee/ Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;" (John Donne, "Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud

"Die not, poor Death...And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die" (Donne).

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/KaitlinMonier/2008/02/sympathy_for_death_it_didnt_la.html

"One short sleep past, we wake eternally,/ And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die" ("Holy Sonnets:Death, be no proud" by Donne).

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AngelaPalumbo/2008/02/nobody_can_talk_smack_on_death.html

"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so(Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud)."

To see my views about this excerpt, among the thought about the poem in general, check out my blog:
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/StephanieWytovich/2008/02/first_dickinson_now_donne_some.html

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips Lines 1 & 2 William Shakespeare My Mistress' Eyes are Nothing like the Sun. See my blog athttp://blogs.setonhill.edu/MarshaBanton/2008/02/my_mistress_eyes_are_nothing_l.html

"Death, thou shalt die."

Don't take this literally or you'll get a mighty headache. Read on at my blog to see what John Donne meant by this line based on the poem itself.

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/JeanineONeal/2008/02/die_death_die.html

“From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,/ Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, /And soonest our best men with thee do go, /Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.” (Donne 5-8)

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AngelicaGuzzo/2008/02/death_is_not_the_end.html

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/TiffanyGilbert/2008/02/post_3.html

"Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me"

"One short sleep past, we wake enternally" (Holy Sonnets, Line 13).

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/EthanShepley/2008/02/death_is_sleep.html

"Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men," (John Donne, Death, be not proud)

Some reside in golden cages while other's sport unbreakable golden chains.

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/MadelynGillespie/2008/02/oh_see_how_the_mighty_themselv.html

“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so” (Donne lines 1-2).
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/GretaCarroll/2008/02/the_story_of_a_boy_with_a_brai.html

"One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die" (Donne 13-14).

Because you're dying to know more, go here:

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/LaurenMiller/2008/02/oh_the_irony.html

I will marry her at you request, Shakespear The Marry Wives of Windsor p-12 lies 235-240http://blogs.setonhill.edu/MarshaBanton/2008/02/merry_wives_of_windsor.html. See my blog at

"Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me."

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AndreaNestler/2008/02/deathjohn_donne_poem.html

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/AllisonHall/2008/02/be_not_fearful_of_death.html

"Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so" (Donne, Death Be Not Proud, lines 1-2).

"And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well / And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?" (Donne 11-12).

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/JulianaCox/2008/02/i_am_death.html

7And soonest our best men with thee do go,
8Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
9Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
10And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell;
11And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
12And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
(Donne)

"Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men" (Donne)

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with they do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.

"One short sleep past, we wake eternally,"
http://blogs.setonhill.edu/ChelseaOliver/2008/02/el150_teaching_little_kids_abo.html

"Death be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, for those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow"

"One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die."
("Death, be not proud," lines 13-4)

http://blogs.setonhill.edu/JessieFarine/2008/02/death_the_new_frontier.html