1. A Matter of Forced Salvation:
Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee' and bend Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new. I, like an usurpt towne, to' another due, ... them aesthetically by various means" (Marotti 90). Still another critic discovers a completely different meaning behind the language of the poem. "In the octave, dominated by images of war...'breathe' and 'shine' suggesting the natural forces of wind and sun are in marked contrast to 'break,' blowe,' 'burn'" (Wanninger NP). Although the other two...
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