SONG
from The Holy Sonnets of John Donne
Death be not proud
text by John Donne
music by Britten, Benjamin
Britten, Benjamin
Death be not proud
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Deathdˈɛθ
bebˈiː
notnˈɒt
proudpɹˈaʊd
,
thoughðˈəʊ
somesˈʌm
have
calledkˈɔːld
theeðˈiː
Mightymˈaɪti
andˈænd
dreadfull
,
forfˈɔː
thou
artˈɑːt
notnˈɒt
soe
,
Forfˈɔː
thoseðˈəʊz
whomhˈuːm
thou
think'st
thou
dostdˈɒst
overthrow
,
Diedˈaɪ
notnˈɒt
,
poore
deathdˈɛθ
,
nornˈɔː
yetjˈɛt
canstkˈænst
thou
killkˈɪl
mee
.
Fromfɹˈɒm
restɹˈɛst
andˈænd
sleepe
,
whichwˈɪtʃ
butbˈʌt
thyðˈaɪ
picturespˈɪktʃəz
bebˈiː
,
Muchmˈʌtʃ
pleasureplˈɛʒɐ
;
thenðˈɛn
fromfɹˈɒm
theeðˈiː
,
muchmˈʌtʃ
moremˈɔː
mustmˈʌst
flowflˈəʊ
,
Andˈænd
soonestsˈuːnəst
ourˈaʊə
bestbˈɛst
menmˈɛn
withwˈɪð
theeðˈiː
do
goe
,
Restɹˈɛst
ofˈɒv
theirðˈeə
bonesbˈəʊnz
,
andˈænd
soulssˈəʊlz
deliverie
.
Thou
artˈɑːt
slaveslˈeɪv
totˈuː
Fatefˈeɪt
,
Chancetʃˈɑːns
,
kingskˈɪŋz
andˈænd
desperatedˈɛspəɹət
menmˈɛn
,
Andˈænd
dostdˈɒst
withwˈɪð
poyson
,
warre
,
andˈænd
sicknesssˈɪknəs
dwelldwˈɛl
,
Andˈænd
poppie
,
orˈɔː
charmes
cankˈæn
makemˈeɪk
usˈʌs
sleepe
as
wellwˈɛl
Andˈænd
betterbˈɛtɐ
thanðˈɐn
thyðˈaɪ
stroake
;
whywˈaɪ
swell'st
thou
thenðˈɛn
?
Onewˈɒn
shortʃˈɔːt
sleepe
pastpˈɑːst
,
weewˈiː
wakewˈeɪk
eternallyɪtˈɜːnəli
,
Andˈænd
deathdˈɛθ
shallʃˈæl
bebˈiː
no
moremˈɔː
;
Deathdˈɛθ
,
thou
shaltʃˈælt
diedˈaɪ
.