John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

41. Ressurection 4/9/2010
42. Fall Of A Wall 4/9/2010
43. Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen 4/9/2010
44. Elegy:The End Of Funeral Elegies 4/9/2010
45. Elegy Xiv: Julia 4/9/2010
46. Niobe 4/9/2010
47. Crucifying 4/9/2010
48. The Blossom 4/9/2010
49. Disinherited 4/9/2010
50. Ascension 4/9/2010
51. Elegy Xx (Alternate) Love's War 4/9/2010
52. Pyramus And Thisbe 4/9/2010
53. Antiquary 4/9/2010
54. Twickenham Garden 4/9/2010
55. The Curse 4/9/2010
56. An Obscure Writer 4/9/2010
57. Love's Exchange 4/9/2010
58. The Anniversary 4/9/2010
59. Elegy Xvii: On His Mistress 4/9/2010
60. Love's Diet 4/9/2010
61. Elegy Xiii: His Parting From Her 4/9/2010
62. A Self Accuser 4/9/2010
63. A Licentious Person 4/9/2010
64. To George Herbert, 4/9/2010
65. The Will 4/9/2010
66. Oh My Blacke Soule! Now Thou Art Summoned 4/9/2010
67. A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family 4/9/2010
68. Love's Growth 4/9/2010
69. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present 1/3/2003
70. A Dialogue Between Sir Henry Wootton And Mr. Donne 4/9/2010
71. Holy Sonnet Viii: If Faithfull Soules 1/3/2003
72. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We 1/3/2003
73. Holy Sonnets: Since She Whom I Lov'D Hath Paid Her Last Debt 5/14/2001
74. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jewes 1/3/2003
75. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father 1/3/2003
76. Holy Sonnet Iii: O Might Those Sighes 1/3/2003
77. Ode 4/9/2010
78. Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's 1/3/2003
79. Community 4/9/2010
80. Elegy Xvi: The Expostulation 1/1/2004

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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

The Ecstasy

Where, like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.
Our hands were firmly cemented
With a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string;
So to'intergraft our hands, as yet

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