I am a little world made cunningly (Holy Sonnet V)
John Donne * Track #5 On Divine Meditations
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- #1Thou hast made me, and shall thy worke decay? (Holy Sonnet I)
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- #2As due by many titles I resigne (Holy Sonnet 2)
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- #3O might those sighes and teares returne againe (Holy Sonnet III)
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- #4Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned (Holy Sonnet IV)
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- #5I am a little world made cunningly (Holy Sonnet V)
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- #6This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint (Holy Sonnet VI)
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- #7What if this present were the worlds last night? (Holy Sonnet VIII)
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- #8
“Death, be not proud” (Holy Sonnet X)John Donne
- #9Spit in my face you Jewes, and pierce my side (Holy Sonnet XI)
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- #10Why are wee by all creatures waited on? (Holy Sonnet XII)
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- #11Batter my heart, three-person’d God (Holy Sonnet XIV)
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- #12Wilt thou love God, as he thee? then digest (Holy Sonnet XV)
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- #13Father, part of his double interest (Holy Sonnet XVI)
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- #14Since she whom I lov’d hath payd her last debt (Holy Sonnet XVII)
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- #15Show me deare Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. (Holy Sonnet XVIII)
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- #16Oh, to vex me, contraryes meet in one (Holy Sonnet XIX)
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I am a little world made cunningly (Holy Sonnet V) by John Donne
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Donne begins this poem by asserting that a human is essentially a soul, or spirit who possesses a body made of ‘elements.’ He is pleading with God to release him from the pain of his sins, to be cleansed, so that he may unit with his creator.
He would be prepared to suffer the strongest methods, ev...
I am a little world made cunningly (Holy Sonnet V) Annotated
I am a little world made cunningly
Of Elements, and an Angelike spright,
But black sinne hath betraid to endlesse night
My worlds both parts, and (oh) both parts must die.
You which beyond that heaven which was most high
Have found new sphears, and of new lands can write,
Powre new seas in mine eyes, that so I might
Drowne my world with my weeping earnestly,
Or wash it if it must be drown'd no more;
But oh it must be burnt! alas the fire
Of lust and envie have burnt it heretofore,
And made it fouler; Let their flames retire,
And burne me o Lord, with a fiery zeale
Of thee and thy house, which doth in eating heale.