John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

1. Psalme Cxxxvii. 10/21/2014
2. The Soule 10/21/2014
3. Good Friday 10/21/2014
4. To Sir Henry Wotton 4/9/2010
5. To Sir Henry Goodyere 4/9/2010
6. To The Earl Of Doncaster 4/9/2010
7. To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders 4/9/2010
8. Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus 4/9/2010
9. Translated Out Of Gazaeus, 4/9/2010
10. To Sir Henry Wotton Ii 4/9/2010
11. Klockius 4/9/2010
12. To Mr. Samuel Brooke 4/9/2010
13. To Mr. I. P. 4/9/2010
14. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 4/9/2010
15. To Mr.T.W. 4/9/2010
16. To The Countess Of Bedford Ii 4/9/2010
17. To The Praise Of The Dead And The Anatomy 4/9/2010
18. To Mr. Rowland Woodward 4/9/2010
19. To Mr.I.L. 4/9/2010
20. To The Lady Magdalen Herbert, Of St. Mary Magdalen 4/9/2010
21. Upon The Translation Of The Psalms By Sir Philip Sidney And The Countess Of Pembroke, His Sister 4/9/2010
22. To Sir Henry Wotton At His Going Ambassador To Venice 4/9/2010
23. To The Countess Of Bedford I 4/9/2010
24. Elegy Xii 4/9/2010
25. Satire V 4/9/2010
26. Raderus 4/9/2010
27. Elegy Xi: The Bracelet 4/9/2010
28. The Annunciation And Passion 4/9/2010
29. Ralphius 4/9/2010
30. Valediction To His Book 4/9/2010
31. Nativity 4/9/2010
32. Satire I 4/9/2010
33. Satire Ii 4/9/2010
34. Holy Sonnet Viii: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified 4/9/2010
35. Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn 4/9/2010
36. Ressurection 4/9/2010
37. Crucifying 4/9/2010
38. La Corona 4/9/2010
39. The Harbinger 4/9/2010
40. Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen 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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