John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

1. A Burnt Ship 1/1/2004
2. A Dialogue Between Sir Henry Wootton And Mr. Donne 4/9/2010
3. A Fever 1/3/2003
4. A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany 1/13/2003
5. A Hymn To God The Father 5/14/2001
6. A Jet Ring Sent 4/9/2010
7. A Lame Beggar 1/3/2003
8. A Lecture Upon The Shadow 5/14/2001
9. A Licentious Person 4/9/2010
10. A Litany 4/9/2010
11. A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being The Shortest Day 5/14/2001
12. A Self Accuser 4/9/2010
13. A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family 4/9/2010
14. A Valediction Of Weeping 5/14/2001
15. A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning 5/14/2001
16. A Valediction: Of Weeping 1/3/2003
17. Air And Angels 1/3/2003
18. An Anatomy Of The World... 5/14/2001
19. An Obscure Writer 4/9/2010
20. Annunciation 4/9/2010
21. Antiquary 4/9/2010
22. Ascension 4/9/2010
23. At The Round Earth's Imagin'D Corners 1/20/2003
24. Break Of Day 1/3/2003
25. Community 4/9/2010
26. Confined Love 1/13/2003
27. Crucifying 4/9/2010
28. Daybreak 1/4/2003
29. Death Be Not Proud 5/14/2001
30. Disinherited 4/9/2010
31. Eclogue 4/9/2010
32. Elegy I: Jealousy 1/13/2003
33. Elegy Ii: The Anagram 1/3/2003
34. Elegy Iii: Change 1/3/2003
35. Elegy Iv: The Perfume 1/13/2003
36. Elegy Ix: The Autumnal 5/14/2001
37. Elegy V: His Picture 5/14/2001
38. Elegy Vi 1/13/2003
39. Elegy Vii 1/13/2003
40. Elegy Viii: The Comparison 1/13/2003

Comments about John Donne

  • Sumana kanjilal (11/1/2018 1:19:00 AM)

    ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

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  • mithun (9/6/2018 12:43:00 AM)

    superbb this poems and i am proud of tihs poem

  • 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 Elenaโ€™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 Daisyโ€™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 (1779โ€“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

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

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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