John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

81. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest 1/13/2003
82. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jewes 1/3/2003
83. Holy Sonnet Iii: O Might Those Sighes 1/3/2003
84. Oh My Blacke Soule! Now Thou Art Summoned 4/9/2010
85. Annunciation 4/9/2010
86. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night? 1/13/2003
87. Elegy Viii: The Comparison 1/13/2003
88. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God 1/3/2003
89. Ode 4/9/2010
90. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ 1/3/2003
91. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ, Thy Spouse, So Bright And Clear 1/13/2003
92. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 1/13/2003
93. Holy Sonnet Vi: This Is My Playes Last Scene 1/3/2003
94. Elegy Vii 1/13/2003
95. Holy Sonnet Ix: If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree 1/13/2003
96. Holy Sonnet Xiv 5/14/2001
97. Elegy Iv: The Perfume 1/13/2003
98. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 1/13/2003
99. Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World 1/3/2003
100. Elegy Iii: Change 1/3/2003
101. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles I Resign 1/13/2003
102. Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly 1/13/2003
103. Elegy V: His Picture 5/14/2001
104. The Computation 5/14/2001
105. Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow 1/13/2003
106. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles 1/3/2003
107. Love's Usury 5/14/2001
108. Elegy Ii: The Anagram 1/3/2003
109. Hym To God, My God In My Sickness 5/14/2001
110. Holy Sonnet X 5/14/2001
111. Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward 1/3/2003
112. Elegy X: The Dream 1/3/2003
113. Elegy Ix: The Autumnal 5/14/2001
114. Hero And Leander 4/9/2010
115. Negative Love 1/3/2003
116. The Damp 1/13/2003
117. The Undertaking 1/3/2003
118. Satire Iv 1/1/2004
119. The Dissolution 1/13/2003
120. The Calm 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 Bait

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.

There will the river whispering run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun;
And there the 'enamour'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

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