DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee. Mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so,. For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,. Die not, poor . Death, be not proud, though some have called thee. Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. Death, be not proud (Holy Sonnet 10) Themes Mortality The poem takes an assertive stand against mortality. It makes the paradoxical statement that mortality is.
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DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee. Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,. For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,. Die not. Right off the bat, the speaker starts talking smack to Death, whom he treats as a person. He tells Death not to be so proud, because he's really not as scary or. The speaker tells Death that it should not feel proud, for though some have called it Those whom Death thinks it kills do not truly die, nor, the speaker says.
It sounds almost as if the speaker is making fun of Death for having lived under the illusion that he had any sort of power over life or death. It seems dangerous for one to threaten death in this way.
Though everyone knows that physical death does indeed occur, the speaker is challenging Death in a different way.
Just as a restful night of sleep brings pleasure, so should death. The speaker implies that sleep is simply a small glimpse of Death. Thus, there is nothing to fear in death, for death will bring something like a pleasurable sleep. Here, the speaker says that the best men seem to experience death the soonest.
While others have long questioned why it seems as if the best people die soonest, the speaker offers an answer here, suggesting that the best among men deserve to experience the peaceful rest of death sooner, without having to endure the agonies of a long life on the earth. He has taunted Death, telling him that he is not to be feared, but rather that he is a slave to the will of fate and men, and that as a lowly slave, his companions are the even lowlier beings such as sickness and war.
This accusations serve to allow the readers to feel a sense of power and victory over Death. The speaker certainly feels authority over Death, and he passes this feeling along to his readers when he puts Death in his place by talking down to him.
This comparison further portrays Death as something not only weak, but even pleasurable. Lines One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die With these final lines, the speaker reveals exactly why he has been taunting death so relentlessly.
Although it is obvious that Death is real, and that people who experience Death do not come back to earth, the speaker reveals his reasons for claiming that Death is weak and easily overcome. The speaker has not only told Death that he has no real power over anyone, but that he will experience the end of himself when all wake in eternity and death will be no more. Related Papers. By Dr. Ramesh Patel. By Babar Manzoor. Burrow ed.
Shk Ss Oup The panorama of life and legacy has overcome death time and again, yet Donne expounds the expansive exploitation of death in one verse. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. In this neat conceit, Death himself is fooled, limited by the surface.
Death has nothing to brag about, for death is put in comparison with rest, with sleep, with regenerative silence. Death does not catch the prey of frail men, but instead sets men free, and without fail.
Thou art 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? Here, death as deemed a slave, a unique trope, one, which the poet fashions with wit and wisdom. Long live the King! WordPress Shortcode. Pritiba Gohil , Student Follow. Published in: Full Name Comment goes here.
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Actions Shares. Embeds 0 No embeds. No notes for slide. Death Be Not Proud Poem 1. Gohil Roll No. English Semester - 1 Batch Year: From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and souls deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then; One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die 5.