John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

81. Ode 4/9/2010
82. The Computation 5/14/2001
83. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father, Part Of His Double Interest 1/13/2003
84. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest 1/13/2003
85. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night? 1/13/2003
86. Elegy Xvi: The Expostulation 1/1/2004
87. The Damp 1/13/2003
88. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God 1/3/2003
89. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 1/13/2003
90. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ 1/3/2003
91. The Calm 1/1/2004
92. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ, Thy Spouse, So Bright And Clear 1/13/2003
93. Elegy Vi 1/13/2003
94. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 1/13/2003
95. Community 4/9/2010
96. The Dissolution 1/13/2003
97. Holy Sonnet ? 5/14/2001
98. Holy Sonnet Vi: This Is My Playes Last Scene 1/3/2003
99. Satire Iv 1/1/2004
100. Resurrection, Imperfect 1/1/2004
101. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles I Resign 1/13/2003
102. Holy Sonnet Ix: If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree 1/13/2003
103. Holy Sonnet Xiv 5/14/2001
104. Hero And Leander 4/9/2010
105. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles 1/3/2003
106. Elegy Viii: The Comparison 1/13/2003
107. The Apparition 1/1/2004
108. Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World 1/3/2003
109. Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward 1/3/2003
110. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me 1/3/2003
111. The Funerall 1/3/2003
112. Elegy Iii: Change 1/3/2003
113. Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly 1/13/2003
114. Elegy Vii 1/13/2003
115. Eclogue 4/9/2010
116. The Expiration 1/3/2003
117. The Token 1/1/2004
118. The Indifferent 5/14/2001
119. The Legacy 1/3/2003
120. The Primrose 1/13/2003
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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