At The Round Earth’s Imagined Corners
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| English Poem | |
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| At The Round Earth’s Imagined Corners | |
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| Subject | English |
| Section | Poetry |
| Paper | 2 |
| Poet | John Donne |
| On syllabus | 2007, 2008 |
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The Poem
- At the round earth's imagined corners blow
- Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise
- From death, you numberless infinities
- Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ;
- All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,
- All whom war, dea[r]th, age, agues, tyrannies,
- Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes
- Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe.
- But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ;
- For, if above all these my sins abound,
- 'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,
- When we are there. Here on this lowly ground,
- Teach me how to repent, for that's as good
- As if Thou hadst seal'd my pardon with Thy blood.
Video Reading
(the second poem read in this video)
