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

Comments about John Donne

  • mithun (9/6/2018 12:43:00 AM)

    superbb this poems and i am proud of tihs poem

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  • md adil (7/5/2018 5:07:00 AM)

    nice poem

  • sticks (12/1/2017 8:42:00 PM)

    all sticks are back and are shitty too

  • Poopy Butt (10/30/2017 12:23:00 PM)

    I pooped my pants last night four times last night and my room smells like Elena’s nasty vagina.

  • Poopy Butt (10/30/2017 12:22:00 PM)

    I pooped my pants four times last night and my room smells like Daisy’s nasty vagina.

  • Anandkishor Chakravarty (6/2/2017 1:30:00 PM)

    Candid philosopher

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/2/2016 1:50:00 PM)

    About the statement: ''He [John Donne] is considered the pre-eminent representative of the metaphysical poets''.:

    In the chapter on Abraham Cowley in his Lives of the Most Eminent English Poets (1779–81) , Samuel Johnson refers to the beginning of the seventeenth century in which there appeared a race of writers that may be termed the metaphysical poets. This does not necessarily imply that he intended metaphysical to be used in its true sense, in that he was probably referring to a witticism of John Dryden, who said of John Donne:

    He affects the metaphysics, not only in his satires, but in his amorous verses, where nature only should reign; and perplexes the minds of the fair sex with nice speculations of philosophy, when he should engage their hearts, and entertain them with the softnesses of love. In this... Mr. Cowley has copied him to a fault.
    ...

  • Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe) Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe) (7/1/2015 8:39:00 PM)

    This poet is wonderful

  • 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

  • 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.

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.

Read the full of No Man Is An Island

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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