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

Father, part of his double interest
Unto thy kingdome, thy Sonne gives to mee,
His joynture in the knottie Trinitie
Hee keepes, and gives to me his deaths conquest.
This Lambe, whose death, with life the world hath blest,
Was from the worlds beginning slaine, and he
Hath made two Wills, which with the Legacie
Of his and thy kingdome, doe thy Sonnes invest.
Yet such are thy laws, that men argue yet

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