202. Death - Collection at Bartleby.com Reference Verse Fiction Nonfiction × Subjects Titles Authors Essays Learn Thesaurus Quotations English Usage Skip to the content Home » The Oxford Book of English Verse » 202. Death Previous Article Next Article Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. John Donne. 1573–1631 202. Death DEATH, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so: For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death; nor yet canst thou kill me. From Rest and Sleep, which but thy picture be, 5 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! Thou’rt slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; 10 And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke. Why swell’st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more: Death, thou shalt die! Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD Previous Article Next Article Shakespeare Bible Strunk Nonfiction Quotations Reference Fiction Anatomy Harvard Classics Lit. History Poetry Get the App [Top 150] Index to Subjects Index to Titles Authors The Library of the World’s Best Literature Free Essays CA Do Not Sell My Personal Information Privacy CA Privacy Policy © 1993–2023 Bartleby.com