John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

81. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 4/9/2010
82. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We 1/3/2003
83. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On? 1/13/2003
84. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present 1/3/2003
85. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night? 1/13/2003
86. Holy Sonnet Xiv 5/14/2001
87. Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart 1/3/2003
88. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me 1/3/2003
89. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 1/13/2003
90. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 4/9/2010
91. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God 1/3/2003
92. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest 1/13/2003
93. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father 1/3/2003
94. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father, Part Of His Double Interest 1/13/2003
95. Holy Sonnet Xvii: Since She Whom I Loved 1/3/2003
96. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ 1/3/2003
97. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ, Thy Spouse, So Bright And Clear 1/13/2003
98. Holy Sonnets: Since She Whom I Lov'D Hath Paid Her Last Debt 5/14/2001
99. Hym To God, My God In My Sickness 5/14/2001
100. Klockius 4/9/2010
101. La Corona 4/9/2010
102. Love's Alchemy 5/14/2001
103. Love's Deity 1/3/2003
104. Love's Diet 4/9/2010
105. Love's Exchange 4/9/2010
106. Love's Growth 4/9/2010
107. Love's Infiniteness 1/3/2003
108. Love's Usury 5/14/2001
109. Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus 4/9/2010
110. Nativity 4/9/2010
111. Negative Love 1/3/2003
112. Niobe 4/9/2010
113. No Man Is An Island 1/3/2003
114. Ode 4/9/2010
115. Oh My Blacke Soule! Now Thou Art Summoned 4/9/2010
116. On The Lady Elizabeth, And Count Palatine Being Married On St. Valentine's Day 1/3/2003
117. On The Progress Of The Soul... 5/14/2001
118. Phryne 4/9/2010
119. Psalme Cxxxvii. 10/21/2014
120. Pyramus And Thisbe 4/9/2010
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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The Ecstasy

Where, like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.
Our hands were firmly cemented
With a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string;
So to'intergraft our hands, as yet

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