John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

121. Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly 1/13/2003
122. Elegy V: His Picture 5/14/2001
123. The Expiration 1/3/2003
124. The Token 1/1/2004
125. The Indifferent 5/14/2001
126. That Time And Absence Proves Rather Helps Than Hurts To Loves 1/4/2003
127. The Legacy 1/3/2003
128. The Primrose 1/13/2003
129. Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow 1/13/2003
130. Holy Sonnet Iv: Oh My Black Soul! 1/3/2003
131. The Prohibition 1/3/2003
132. Witchcraft By A Picture 1/13/2003
133. Hym To God, My God In My Sickness 5/14/2001
134. Holy Sonnet X 5/14/2001
135. Elegy I: Jealousy 1/13/2003
136. Elegy X: The Dream 1/3/2003
137. Holy Sonnet ? 5/14/2001
138. The Paradox 1/3/2003
139. Song: Go And Catch A Falling Star 1/1/2004
140. Holy Sonnet Xvii: Since She Whom I Loved 1/3/2003
141. The Triple Fool 1/13/2003
142. Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress 1/13/2003
143. Love's Usury 5/14/2001
144. Negative Love 1/3/2003
145. A Litany 4/9/2010
146. The Dream 1/3/2003
147. Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress 1/13/2003
148. The Relic 5/14/2001
149. To His Mistress Going To Bed 5/14/2001
150. The Bait 5/14/2001
151. Self-Love 1/3/2003
152. The Canonization 1/3/2003
153. Song 5/14/2001
154. A Valediction: Of Weeping 1/3/2003
155. From ‘the Cross’ 1/1/2004
156. Love's Alchemy 5/14/2001
157. A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being The Shortest Day 5/14/2001
158. Love's Deity 1/3/2003
159. An Anatomy Of The World... 5/14/2001
160. The Broken Heart 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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