John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

1. Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus 4/9/2010
2. To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders 4/9/2010
3. To Sir Henry Wotton 4/9/2010
4. Translated Out Of Gazaeus, 4/9/2010
5. Valediction To His Book 4/9/2010
6. To Sir Henry Wotton Ii 4/9/2010
7. Klockius 4/9/2010
8. To His Mistress Going To Bed 5/14/2001
9. To Sir Henry Goodyere 4/9/2010
10. To The Earl Of Doncaster 4/9/2010
11. To Mr. Samuel Brooke 4/9/2010
12. To Mr.T.W. 4/9/2010
13. Holy Sonnet Viii: If Faithfull Soules 1/3/2003
14. Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's 1/3/2003
15. To Mr.I.L. 4/9/2010
16. To Sir Henry Wotton At His Going Ambassador To Venice 4/9/2010
17. To The Lady Magdalen Herbert, Of St. Mary Magdalen 4/9/2010
18. To Mr. I. P. 4/9/2010
19. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 4/9/2010
20. La Corona 4/9/2010
21. A Dialogue Between Sir Henry Wootton And Mr. Donne 4/9/2010
22. To The Countess Of Bedford I 4/9/2010
23. Upon The Translation Of The Psalms By Sir Philip Sidney And The Countess Of Pembroke, His Sister 4/9/2010
24. A Licentious Person 4/9/2010
25. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We 1/3/2003
26. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On? 1/13/2003
27. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father, Part Of His Double Interest 1/13/2003
28. A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family 4/9/2010
29. An Obscure Writer 4/9/2010
30. Holy Sonnets: Since She Whom I Lov'D Hath Paid Her Last Debt 5/14/2001
31. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night? 1/13/2003
32. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father 1/3/2003
33. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 1/13/2003
34. Holy Sonnet Iii: O Might Those Sighes 1/3/2003
35. Antiquary 4/9/2010
36. A Self Accuser 4/9/2010
37. Holy Sonnet ? 5/14/2001
38. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles 1/3/2003
39. To The Praise Of The Dead And The Anatomy 4/9/2010
40. To Mr. Rowland Woodward 4/9/2010

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  • 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.
    ...

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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