John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

161. Farewell To Love 1/3/2003
162. The Canonization 1/3/2003
163. The Bait 5/14/2001
164. The Ecstasy 5/14/2001
165. Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart 1/3/2003
166. Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed 1/3/2003
167. A Jet Ring Sent 4/9/2010
168. The Broken Heart 1/3/2003
169. Woman's Constancy 1/3/2003
170. Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me 1/3/2003
171. Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go 12/31/2002
172. Daybreak 1/4/2003
173. A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany 1/13/2003
174. A Lecture Upon The Shadow 5/14/2001
175. A Valediction Of Weeping 5/14/2001
176. The Flea 1/3/2003
177. A Fever 1/3/2003
178. A Burnt Ship 1/1/2004
179. Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud 1/3/2003
180. A Lame Beggar 1/3/2003
181. Confined Love 1/13/2003
182. Go And Catch A Falling Star 12/31/2002
183. Good Morrow 1/3/2003
184. Air And Angels 1/3/2003
185. The Sun Rising 5/14/2001
186. A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning 5/14/2001
187. A Hymn To God The Father 5/14/2001
188. For Whom The Bell Tolls 12/31/2002
189. Death Be Not Proud 5/14/2001
190. No Man Is An Island 1/3/2003

Comments about John Donne

  • 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

  • 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

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

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

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 X

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

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