poet John Donne

John Donne

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  • Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys (12/3/2014 11:09:00 AM)

    Very interesting comments. Not enjoying poems on love seems a great sadness, I'd like to quote that Love is never wasted, even when it doesn't last, lines by Panmelys a new member, myself. John Donne is a great favorite and brings much joy to many, this is greatness. Like many others in this period, it's amazing how modern they seem, in spite of the gabs between epochs. Panmelys

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  • Harvey Rabbit (8/30/2014 10:02:00 AM)

    The quote beginning Actually, if my business was legitimate, is not from John Donne, who was not a prostitute, did not have to deal with a corporate income tax, and would not likely have begun a sentence with actually. The real author appears to be Xaviera Hollander.

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  • Punky Daly John (1/10/2013 4:45:00 PM)

    i read this John Donne Poems in Chapters only once with inner peace music

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  • Grace Bunton (10/22/2012 9:54:00 PM)

    You forgot to mention that the first 2 stanzas of Go: and Catch a Falling Star were used in Diana Wynne Jones' book Howl's Moving Castle

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  • Shahzeb Azhar Shahzeb Azhar (5/16/2012 6:14:00 AM)

    Hi i don't like poems or story acording to love

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Best Poem of John Donne

Death Be Not Proud

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy ...

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The Bait

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.

There will the river whispering run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun;
And there the 'enamour'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.