John Donne

(24 January 1572 - 31 March 1631 / London, England)

John Donne Poems

1. A Burnt Ship 1/1/2004
2. A Dialogue Between Sir Henry Wootton And Mr. Donne 4/9/2010
3. A Fever 1/3/2003
4. A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany 1/13/2003
5. A Hymn To God The Father 5/14/2001
6. A Jet Ring Sent 4/9/2010
7. A Lame Beggar 1/3/2003
8. A Lecture Upon The Shadow 5/14/2001
9. A Licentious Person 4/9/2010
10. A Litany 4/9/2010
11. A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being The Shortest Day 5/14/2001
12. A Self Accuser 4/9/2010
13. A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family 4/9/2010
14. A Valediction Of Weeping 5/14/2001
15. A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning 5/14/2001
16. A Valediction: Of Weeping 1/3/2003
17. Air And Angels 1/3/2003
18. An Anatomy Of The World... 5/14/2001
19. An Obscure Writer 4/9/2010
20. Annunciation 4/9/2010
21. Antiquary 4/9/2010
22. Ascension 4/9/2010
23. At The Round Earth's Imagin'D Corners 1/20/2003
24. Break Of Day 1/3/2003
25. Break Of Day (Another Of The Same) 1/1/2004
26. Community 4/9/2010
27. Confined Love 1/13/2003
28. Crucifying 4/9/2010
29. Daybreak 1/4/2003
30. Death Be Not Proud 5/14/2001
31. Disinherited 4/9/2010
32. Eclogue 4/9/2010
33. Elegy I: Jealousy 1/13/2003
34. Elegy Ii: The Anagram 1/3/2003
35. Elegy Iii: Change 1/3/2003
36. Elegy Iv: The Perfume 1/13/2003
37. Elegy Ix: The Autumnal 5/14/2001
38. Elegy V: His Picture 5/14/2001
39. Elegy Vi 1/13/2003
40. Elegy Vii 1/13/2003
Best Poem of John Donne

No Man Is An Island

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.

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Elegy Iv: The Perfume

Once, and but once found in thy company,
All thy supposed escapes are laid on me;
And as a thief at bar is questioned there
By all the men that have been robed that year,
So am I (by this traiterous means surprized)
By thy hydroptic father catechized.
Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes,
As though he came to kill a cockatrice,
Though he hath oft sworn that he would remove

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