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  1. This is a two stanza poem that is separated into sets of fourteen lines. It was published in 1633 in Poems. Donne did not structure ‘Air and Angels’ with a consistent pattern of rhyme. The two stanzas are quite divergent from one another. Only the first has a coherent rhyme scheme, following the pattern of ABBABACDCDDEEE.

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  2. John Donne's notoriously complex poem "Air and Angels" explores the connection between spiritual and material love, as well as the contrast between male and female love. The speaker argues that love, like a soul, needs a body in order to enter the physical world and act. He initially says that love itself has come to live in his beloved's body ...

  3. Air and Angels Lyrics. TWICE or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name ; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame. Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be. Still when, to where thou ...

  4. Air and Angels. By John Donne. Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame. Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be; Still when, to where thou wert, I came, Some lovely glorious nothing I did see. But since my soul, whose child love is,

  5. For, nor in nothing, nor in things. Extreme, and scatt’ring bright, can love inhere; Then, as an angel, face, and wings. Of air, not pure as it, yet pure, doth wear, So thy love may be my love’s sphere; Just such disparity. As is ‘twixt air and angels’ purity, ‘Twixt women’s love, and men’s, will ever be.

  6. Feb 20, 2015 · Angels: Angels are used as metaphors for purity. The angels depicted are angels of the air. It is a well-known notion that angels represent the various elements, but the angels representing air are the purest and rank the highest in the angel hierarchy. Love: Love is not only portrayed as itself; it also acts as a metaphor for the speaker’s ...

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  8. Air and Angels by John Donne. Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be; Still when, to where thou wert, I came, Some lovely glorious nothing I did see. But since my soul, whose child love is, Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,

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