Metaphysical poets

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<ul><li> 1. The Metaphysical Poets They used very unusual conceit. The poems rely on wit. It establishes connections between the things which are totally different. The language is simple. </li> <li> 2. They didnt follow the courtly love tradition. They approached the love as physical not platonic. Lady is there with him. There is a philosophical relationship among the creator, created and surrounding. </li> <li> 3. They illustrate and develop ideas in a detailed and over- complex way, often with an effect of surprise. Unusual images are taken from all fields of knowledge: history, geography, astronomy, alchemy, matehematics, etc. </li> <li> 4. John Donne John Donne (1572 1631), the founder of the metaphysical school of poetry and the greatest representative of the metaphysical poets, was born of a family with a strong Roman Catholic tradition. He was educated at the Trinity College, Cambridge. </li> <li> 5. In 1593, Donnes brother Henry died of a fever in prison after being arrested. This made Donne begin to question his faith. </li> <li> 6. In 1615 he gave up Catholic faith and entered the Anglican Church and soon became Dean of Saint Pauls Church. As the most famous preacher during the time, he wrote many religious sermons and poems. And these were known as his sacred verses. </li> <li> 7. The Flea by John Donne </li> <li> 8. The FleaMarkbut this flea, and mark in this,How little that which thou deniest me is ;It suckd me first, and now sucks thee,And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.Thou knowst that this cannot be saidA sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ; Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pamperd swells with one blood made of two ; And this, alas ! is more than we would do. </li> <li> 9. O stay, three lives in one flea spare,Where we almost, yea, more than married are.This flea is you and I, and thisOur marriage bed, and marriage temple is.Though parents grudge, and you, were met,And cloisterd in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill me, Let not to that self-murder added be, And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. </li> <li> 10. Cruel and sudden, hast thou sincePurpled thy nail in blood of innocence?Wherein could this flea guilty be,Except in that drop which it suckd from thee?Yet thou triumphst, and sayst that thouFindst not thyself nor me the weaker now.Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;Just so much honour, when thou yieldst to me,Will waste, as this fleas death took life from thee. </li> <li> 11. Holy Sonnets X. by John Donne </li> <li> 12. Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;For those, whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow,Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee do go,Rest of their bones, and souls delivery.Thourt 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,And better than thy stroke ; why swellst thou then ?One short sleep past, we wake eternally,And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die. </li> <li> 13. George Herbert He was born in Wales and educated at trinity college. He was a member of parliament. In 1630, he became a priest and moved to Sallsbury. He also occasionally experimented with hieroglyphic poems, whose shapes match with their meaning. </li> <li> 14. LORD, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he became Most poor: With thee O let me rise As larks, harmoniously, And sing this day thy victories:Then shall the fall further the flight in me. </li> <li> 15. My tender age in sorrow did beginne: And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sinne, That I became Most thinne. With thee Let me combine, And feel this day thy victorie, For, if I imp my wing on thine,Affliction shall advance the flight in me. </li> </ul>