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THE SONG
TITLE :Sonnet XIV
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| Batter my heart, three-personed
God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and strand, o' ethrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn and make me new. I, like an usurped town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but oh, to no end, Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captived, and provokes weak or untrue; Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, But am betrothed unto your enemy; Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I Except you enthral me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. |
DESCRIPTION
| AGE | XVII century | |
| COUNTRY | England | |
| GENERE | Religious poem | |
| AUTORE | John Donne | |
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