Poetry reading of Holy Sonnet 10: Death, Be Not Proud by John Donne. Classic poem readings uploaded at midday (UK) every day.

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Full poem text, public domain (also available in subtitles):

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, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
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
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.

Holy Sonnet 10: Death, Be Not Proud - written by John Donne
Narrated by Jordan Harling

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Funeral March in C minor, Op. posth. 72 no. 2 - composed by Frédéric Chopin performed by Aya Higuchi (Public Domain Mark 1.0)

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See page for author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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