Holy Sonnet ?

John Donne

     Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
     Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste,
     I run to death, and death meets me as fast,
     And all my pleasures are like yesterday;
     I dare not move my dim eyes any way,
     Despair behind, and death before doth cast
     Such terror, and my feebled flesh doth waste
     By sin in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh.
     Only thou art above, and when towards thee
   By thy leave I can look, I rise again;
   But our old subtle foe so tempteth me,
   That not one hour I can myself sustain;
   Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art,
   And thou like adamant draw mine iron heart.

Next 10 Poems

• John Donne : Holy Sonnet I: Tho Has Made Me
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles I Resign
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Iii: O Might Those Sighs And Tears Return Again
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Iv: Oh My Black Soul! Now Art Thou Summoned
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Ix: If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Vi: This Is My Play's Last Scene, Here Heavens Appoint
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Viii: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet X

Previous 10 Poems

• John Donne : Good-morrow, The
• John Donne : Go And Catach A Falling Star
• John Donne : Funeral, The
• John Donne : For Whom The Bell Tolls
• John Donne : Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress
• John Donne : Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress
• John Donne : Elegy X: The Dream
• John Donne : Elegy Viii: The Comparison
• John Donne : Elegy Vii
• John Donne : Elegy Vi