John Donne

(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)

Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me - Poem by 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 feeble flesh doth waste
By sin in it, which it towards 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 myself I can sustain.
Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art,
And thou like adamant draw mine iron heart.


Comments about Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me by John Donne

  • (5/26/2018 11:22:00 PM)


    Plz add its summary also (Report) Reply

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  • Brian Jani (5/5/2014 4:22:00 AM)


    Not bad (Report) Reply

  • (5/19/2007 7:42:00 AM)


    Dear God, please draw mine iron heart to you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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