John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

161. Elegy I: Jealousy 1/13/2003
162. Eclogue 4/9/2010
163. Disinherited 4/9/2010
164. Death Be Not Proud 5/14/2001
165. Daybreak 1/4/2003
166. Crucifying 4/9/2010
167. Confined Love 1/13/2003
168. Community 4/9/2010
169. Break Of Day (Another Of The Same) 1/1/2004
170. Break Of Day 1/3/2003
171. At The Round Earth's Imagin'D Corners 1/20/2003
172. Ascension 4/9/2010
173. Antiquary 4/9/2010
174. Annunciation 4/9/2010
175. An Obscure Writer 4/9/2010
176. An Anatomy Of The World... 5/14/2001
177. Air And Angels 1/3/2003
178. A Valediction: Of Weeping 1/3/2003
179. A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning 5/14/2001
180. A Valediction Of Weeping 5/14/2001
181. A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family 4/9/2010
182. A Self Accuser 4/9/2010
183. A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being The Shortest Day 5/14/2001
184. A Litany 4/9/2010
185. A Licentious Person 4/9/2010
186. A Lecture Upon The Shadow 5/14/2001
187. A Lame Beggar 1/3/2003
188. A Jet Ring Sent 4/9/2010
189. A Hymn To God The Father 5/14/2001
190. A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany 1/13/2003
191. A Fever 1/3/2003
192. A Dialogue Between Sir Henry Wootton And Mr. Donne 4/9/2010
193. A Burnt Ship 1/1/2004
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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