John donne the damp. The Damp by John Donne 2022-10-13

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John Donne was a 17th-century English poet, preacher, and metaphysical master. He is perhaps best known for his poem "The Damp," which explores the theme of mortality and the fleeting nature of life.

In "The Damp," Donne uses vivid imagery and figurative language to convey the idea that life is like a candle in the wind, constantly being extinguished by the forces of nature. He writes, "This bell, tolling softly for another, says to me, Thou must die." The bell represents the passing of time, reminding us that our own time on earth is limited.

Donne goes on to describe the damp, or humidity, as a force that can snuff out the flame of life. He writes, "The damp, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest, / Freezes the young blood, and clogs the older breast." The damp is a metaphor for death itself, representing the way it puts an end to our physical and emotional experiences.

Throughout the poem, Donne reflects on the finality of death and the way it strips us of all that we hold dear. He writes, "Death's truth is shallowest of all truths." The truth of death is the most certain of all truths, as it is something that every person must face at some point. Donne's use of the word "shallowest" suggests that death is something that touches us all, regardless of our status or wealth.

In "The Damp," Donne grapples with the idea of mortality and the way it shapes our lives. He reminds us that death is an inevitable part of life, and that we must make the most of our time while we are here. His use of vivid imagery and figurative language serves to drive this point home, leaving a lasting impact on the reader.

The Damp Poem by John Donne

john donne the damp

But if you dare be brave, And pleasure in your conquest have, First kill th' enormous giant, your Disdain, And let th' enchantress Honour next be slain, And like a Goth and Vandal rise, Deface records and histories Of your own arts and triumphs over men, And, without such advantage, kill me then. For I could muster up as well as you My giants, and my witches too, Which are vast Constancy and Secretness; But these I neither look for nor profess. But if you dare be brave, And pleasure in your conquest have, First kill th' enormous giant, your Disdain, And let th' enchantress Honour next be slain, And like a Goth and Vandal rise, Deface records and histories Of your own arts and triumphs over men, And, without such advantage, kill me then. This podium is developed for the people who want to gift compassion and empathy to the people who have been given nothing in their life and making them rise above those times. Com permission to publish the poem.

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The Damp by John Donne

john donne the damp

When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' Will have me cut up to survey each part,- When they shall find your You think a sudden damp of Will through all their senses move, And Your And First kill th' enormous giant, your Disdain, And let th' enchantress Honour next be slain, And like a Goth and Vandal Deface records and histories Of your own arts and triumphs over men, And, without such advantage, kill me then. Kill me as As a mere man; do you but try Your passive valour, and you shall find then, Naked you have odds enough of any man. For I could muster up as well as you My Gyants, and my Witches too, Which are vast Constancy, and Secretnesse, But these I neyther looke for, nor professe; Kill mee as Woman, let mee die As a meere man; doe you but try Your passive valor, and you shall finde then, Naked you'have odds enough of any man. When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey each part,โ€” When they shall find your picture in my heart, You think a sudden damp of love Will through all their senses move, And work on them as me, and so prefer Your murder to the name of massacre. Copyrighted poems are the property of the copyright holders. Kill me as woman, let me die As a mere man; do you but try Your passive valour, and you shall find then, Naked you have odds enough of any man.

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The Damp (John Donne Poem)

john donne the damp

When I am dead, and Doctors know not why, And my friends curiositie Will have me cut up to survay each part, When they shall finde your Picture in my heart, You thinke a sodaine dampe of love Will through all their senses move, And worke on them as mee, and so preferre Your murder, to the name of Massacre. For I could muster up as well as you My giants, and my witches too, Which are vast Constancy and Secretness; But these I neither look for nor profess. The Damp WHEN I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey each part, When they shall find your picture in my heart, You think a sudden damp of love Will thorough all their senses move, And work on them as me, and so prefer Your murder to the name of massacre, Poor victories ; but if you dare be brave, And pleasure in your conquest have, First kill th' enormous giant, your Disdain ; And let th' enchantress Honour, next be slain ; And like a Goth and Vandal rise, Deface records and histories Of your own arts and triumphs over men, And without such advantage kill me then, For I could muster up, as well as you, My giants, and my witches too, Which are vast Constancy and Secretness ; But these I neither look for nor profess ; Kill me as woman, let me die As a mere man ; do you but try Your passive valour, and you shall find then, Naked you have odds enough of any man. Com and adding a poem, you represent that you own the copyright to that poem and are granting PoetryNook. When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey each part,โ€” When they shall find your picture in my heart, You think a sudden damp of love Will through all their senses move, And work on them as me, and so prefer Your murder to the name of massacre. .

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The Damp

john donne the damp

Kill me as woman, let me die As a mere man; do you but try Your passive valour, and you shall find then, Naked you have odds enough of any man. For I could muster up as well as you My giants, and my witches too, Which are vast Constancy and Secretness; But these I neither look for nor profess. But if you dare be brave, And pleasure in your conquest have, First kill th'enormous Gyant, your Disdaine, And let th'enchantresse Honor, next be slaine, And like a Goth and Vandall rize, Deface Records, and Histories Of your owne arts and triumphs over men, And without such advantage kill me then. All poems are shown free of charge for educational purposes only in accordance with fair use guidelines. For I could muster up as well as you My giants, and my witches too, Which are vast Constancy and Secretness; But these I neither look for nor profess. By registering with PoetryNook.

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Kill me as woman, let me die As a mere man; do you but try Your passive valour, and you shall find then, Naked you have odds enough of any man. . . . . .

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