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Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud

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Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which yet thy pictures be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must low
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men
And dost with poison, war and sickness dwell,

And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
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Yolanda 06 May 2018

Best poem ever

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Isaac 08 January 2018

Add a comment.superb

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fannie mgiba 26 December 2017

wat a we abwt to learn from da poem wat exactly de poem conveyed for us

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Joshua Adeyemi 03 April 2017

'.....Which yet thy picture be' what a poem!

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Chandru.u. s 26 June 2018

This is one of the best poem

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Castellenas John 21 March 2019

John Donne is my favorite. One of the greatest sonnet.

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Anam Solomon Selu 12 September 2018

Add a comment. Very interesting poem

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Karen Kebarle 06 September 2018

Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must __flow__

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Vandana Anand 10 July 2018

What a nce poem by a gr8 poet .

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akash 07 July 2018

Amazing, good poem

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