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Biography of John Donne

John Donne

John Donne (1572 - 1631)


John Donne (pronounced "Dun"; 1572 - March 31, 1631) was a major English poet and writer, and probably the greatest of the metaphysical poets. His works include love poetry, sermons and religious poems, latin translations, epigrams, elegies, songs and sonnets.

Donne was born and raised in a Roman Catholic family. Two of Donne's relatives had been punished for their Catholicism; his brother had died of a fever in prison after harboring a priest, and an uncle, a Jesuit, executed by being hanged, drawn, and quartered. Queen Elizabeth's government, though by contemporary standards tolerant, still uniformly burdened Catholics with harassment and financial penalties.

Donne was educated at both Oxford (Hertford College) and Cambridge. As a young man he travelled on the Continent and in 1596-1597 accompanied the Earl of Essex on his expeditions to Cádiz and the Azores. On his return he became secretary to Baron Ellesmere and began to achieve a reputation as a poet. His writings of this period include many of his songs and sonnets, and they are notable for their realistic and sensual style. Donne also composed many satirical verses that betrayed a searching and sometimes caustic outlook.

The account of Donne's life in the 1590s that comes down to us through Donne's own poems and an early biographer, Izaak Walton, gives us a picture of a young rake. Scholars believe this picture almost certainly misleading, since the account was given by the older Donne, after he had been ordained; he may have wanted to separate, more cleanly than was possible, the younger man-about-town from the older clergyman. Walton tells us that Donne, after making a diligent study of theology, converted to Anglicanism at some point in the 1590s.

After taking part in Essex's military expeditions in 1596–7, he became secretary to Sir Thomas Egerton, a prominent member of the royal court, but he fell in love with Egerton's niece, Anne More, and secretly married her. When More's father found out, he used his influence to get Donne and two of his friends, one who presided over the wedding, another who witnessed it, imprisoned, albeit briefly. Egerton fired Donne.

It was around this time that the two "Anniversaries," An Anatomy of the World (1611) and Of the Progress of the Soul (1612) were written; they reveal that his faith in the medieval order of things had been disrupted by the growing political, scientific, and philosophic doubt of the times.

When released from prison, Donne, reunited with his bride, settled on land owned by More's cousin in Surrey. The couple struggled with their finances until 1609, at which point Donne and his father-in-law reconciled and Donne finally received his wife's dowry. This must have been helpful, since, as Walton tells us, Anne "had yearly a child." His growing family prompted him to seek the favors of the King, and in 1610 and 1611, he wrote two anti-Catholic polemics. One of them was the Galileo. King James was pleased with Donne's work, but refused to offer him anything but ecclesiastical preferments. Donne resisted taking holy orders. After a long period of financial uncertainty and esperation, though, during which he was twice a member of Parliament (1601, 1614), Donne heeded the King's wishes and was ordained in 1615. With the death of his wife in 1617 the tone of his poetry deepened, particularly in the "Holy Sonnets".

After his ordination, Donne wrote a number of religious works, such as his Devotions (1624) and various sermons. Several of these sermons were published during his lifetime. Donne was also regarded as one of the most eloquent preachers of his day. In 1621, Donne was made dean of St. Paul's, a position he held until his death.

The story of Donne's death, as Walton tells it, at least is justly well known. Suffering through the illness that would kill him only days later, in front of an audience many of whom, according to Walton, said that Donne seemed to be preaching his own funeral sermon, he gave an address called Death's Duel, one of the high points of seventeenth-century English prose. "We have a winding sheet in our mother's womb," he told his listeners, "which grows with us from our conception, and we come into the world wound up in that winding sheet, for we come to seek a grave." He then retired to his quarters, and had a portrait made of himself in his funeral shroud. This portrait he placed near his bedside, where he meditated on it until his death.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were. Any man's death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
from "Meditation XVII"

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70 Poems written by John Donne

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First LineComments
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?
Although thy hand and faith, and good works too,
As due by many titles I resign
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still,
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
At the round earth's imagined corners blow Comments and analysis of Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow by John Donne 1 Comment
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you Comments and analysis of Holy Sonnet XIV: Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God by John Donne 13 Comments
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Comments and analysis of The Sun Rising by John Donne 2 Comments
By our first strange and fatal interview,
Come live with me, and be my love,
Dear love, for nothing less than thee
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Comments and analysis of Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud by John Donne 4 Comments
Father, part of his double interest Comments and analysis of Holy Sonnet XVI: Father, Part Of His Double Interest by John Donne 1 Comment
Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die,
For every hour that thou wilt spare me now
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,
Go and catch a falling star, Comments and analysis of Song (Go And Catch A Falling Star) by John Donne 2 Comments
He is stark mad, who ever says,
He that cannot choose but love,
Here take my picture; though I bid farewell,
I am a little world made cunningly
I am two fools, I know—
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
I can love both fair and brown, Comments and analysis of The Indifferent by John Donne 5 Comments
I fix mine eye on thine, and there
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Comments and analysis of Celestial Music by John Donne 2 Comments
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,
I never stoop'd so low, as they
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Comments and analysis of The Good-Morrow by John Donne 9 Comments
If faithful souls be alike glorified
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
Image of her whom I love, more than she,
In what torn ship soever I embark,
Let me pour forth
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, Comments and analysis of The Flea by John Donne 6 Comments
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love,
No Lover saith, I love, nor any other
No man is an island, Comments and analysis of For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne 2 Comments
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace
Now thou hast loved me one whole day, Comments and analysis of Woman's Constancy by John Donne 1 Comment
O might those sighs and tears return again
Oh do not die, for I shall hate
Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned Comments and analysis of Holy Sonnet IV: Oh My Black Soul! Now Art Thou Summoned by John Donne 1 Comment
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one:
Once, and but once found in thy company,
Send home my long stray'd eyes to me,
Send me some token, that my hope may live,
She's dead; and all which die
Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. Comments and analysis of Holy Sonnet XVIII: Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear by John Donne 1 Comment
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt Comments and analysis of Holy Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Loved by John Donne 1 Comment
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss,
Some man unworthy to be possessor
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side,
Take heed of loving me;
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint Comments and analysis of Holy Sonnet VI: This Is My Play's Last Scene, Here Heavens Appoint by John Donne 1 Comment
Tho has made me, and shall thy work decay?
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Upon this Primrose hill,
What if this present were the world's last night? Comments and analysis of Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night? by John Donne 1 Comment
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead,
When I am dead, and doctors know not why,
When I died last, and, Dear, I die
Where, like a pillow on a bed
Who ever loves, if he do not propose
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
Why are we by all creatures waited on?
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Comments and analysis of A Hymn To God The Father by John Donne 1 Comment
Wilt thou love God, as he thee? Then digest,


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