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Holy Sonnet XVI: Father, Part Of His Double Interest by John Donne

By John Donne

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Father, part of his double interest Unto thy kingdom, thy Son gives to me, His jointure in the knotty Trinity He keeps, and gives to me his death's conquest. This Lamb, whose death with life the world hath blest, Was from the world's beginning slain, and he Hath made two Wills which with the Legacy Of his and thy kingdom do thy Sons invest. Yet such are thy laws that men argue yet Whether a man those statutes can fulfil; None doth; but all-healing grace and spirit Revive again what law and letter kill.

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"Holy Sonnet XVI: Father, Part Of His Double Interest" by John Donne is a deep english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by John Donne demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Father, part of his double interest Unto thy kingdom, thy Son gives to me,...", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. John Donne's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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John Donne (1572–1631) was an English metaphysical poet and clergyman known for intellectually complex love poems like "The Flea" and "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning," as well as profound religious meditations including "No Man is an Island" and the "Holy Sonnets."

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