This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint (Holy Sonnet VI)
John Donne * Track #6 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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“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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This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint (Holy Sonnet VI) by John Donne
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This is one of Donne’s ‘Holy Sonnets', possibly written round 1607, though some suggest 1609. The date is not important as it is not the deathbed poem it appears to be on first reading.
The description of death and dying relates to ways of meditating, especially based on the Ignatian system of medi...
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This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint
My pilgrimages last mile; and my race
Idly, yet quickly runne, hath this last pace,
My spans last inch, my minutes latest point,
And gluttonous death, will instantly unjoynt
My body, and soule, and I shall sleepe a space,
But my'ever-waking part shall see that face,
Whose feare already shakes my every joynt;
Then, as my soule, to'heaven her first seate, takes flight,
And earth-borne body, in the earth shall dwell,
So, fall my sinnes, that all may have their right,
To where they're bred, and would presse me, to hell.
Impute me righteous, thus purg'd of evill,
For thus I leave the world, the flesh, the devill.