John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

81. A Jet Ring Sent 4/9/2010
82. Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's 1/3/2003
83. Annunciation 4/9/2010
84. Elegy Xvi: The Expostulation 1/1/2004
85. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On? 1/13/2003
86. Elegy Vi 1/13/2003
87. The Computation 5/14/2001
88. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father, Part Of His Double Interest 1/13/2003
89. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest 1/13/2003
90. Satire Iv 1/1/2004
91. A Litany 4/9/2010
92. Elegy Iii: Change 1/3/2003
93. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night? 1/13/2003
94. Elegy Viii: The Comparison 1/13/2003
95. The Damp 1/13/2003
96. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God 1/3/2003
97. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 1/13/2003
98. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ 1/3/2003
99. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ, Thy Spouse, So Bright And Clear 1/13/2003
100. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 1/13/2003
101. The Dissolution 1/13/2003
102. Holy Sonnet ? 5/14/2001
103. Holy Sonnet Vi: This Is My Playes Last Scene 1/3/2003
104. Resurrection, Imperfect 1/1/2004
105. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles I Resign 1/13/2003
106. Elegy Vii 1/13/2003
107. Elegy Ii: The Anagram 1/3/2003
108. To His Mistress Going To Bed 5/14/2001
109. Holy Sonnet Ix: If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree 1/13/2003
110. That Time And Absence Proves Rather Helps Than Hurts To Loves 1/4/2003
111. Holy Sonnet Xiv 5/14/2001
112. Satire Iii 5/14/2001
113. Elegy Iv: The Perfume 1/13/2003
114. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles 1/3/2003
115. The Message 1/3/2003
116. The Calm 1/1/2004
117. The Undertaking 1/3/2003
118. Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World 1/3/2003
119. Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward 1/3/2003
120. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me 1/3/2003

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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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