John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

81. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On? 1/13/2003
82. Elegy Vi 1/13/2003
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. Satire Iv 1/1/2004
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. The Damp 1/13/2003
89. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God 1/3/2003
90. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 1/13/2003
91. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ 1/3/2003
92. The Calm 1/1/2004
93. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ, Thy Spouse, So Bright And Clear 1/13/2003
94. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 1/13/2003
95. The Dissolution 1/13/2003
96. Resurrection, Imperfect 1/1/2004
97. The Computation 5/14/2001
98. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles I Resign 1/13/2003
99. On The Lady Elizabeth, And Count Palatine Being Married On St. Valentine's Day 1/3/2003
100. Elegy Vii 1/13/2003
101. Holy Sonnet Xiv 5/14/2001
102. Elegy Ix: The Autumnal 5/14/2001
103. Elegy Iv: The Perfume 1/13/2003
104. On The Progress Of The Soul... 5/14/2001
105. The Apparition 1/1/2004
106. Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World 1/3/2003
107. Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward 1/3/2003
108. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me 1/3/2003
109. Holy Sonnet Vi: This Is My Playes Last Scene 1/3/2003
110. The Message 1/3/2003
111. The Funerall 1/3/2003
112. Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly 1/13/2003
113. Elegy Iii: Change 1/3/2003
114. Elegy V: His Picture 5/14/2001
115. Elegy Ii: The Anagram 1/3/2003
116. The Expiration 1/3/2003
117. The Primrose 1/13/2003
118. Satire Iii 5/14/2001
119. Hero And Leander 4/9/2010
120. That Time And Absence Proves Rather Helps Than Hurts To Loves 1/4/2003

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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

Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father

Father, part of his double interest
Unto thy kingdome, thy Sonne gives to mee,
His joynture in the knottie Trinitie
Hee keepes, and gives to me his deaths conquest.
This Lambe, whose death, with life the world hath blest,
Was from the worlds beginning slaine, and he
Hath made two Wills, which with the Legacie
Of his and thy kingdome, doe thy Sonnes invest.
Yet such are thy laws, that men argue yet

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