John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

121. Satire Iii 5/14/2001
122. Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow 1/13/2003
123. Love's Usury 5/14/2001
124. Holy Sonnet Iv: Oh My Black Soul! 1/3/2003
125. The Message 1/3/2003
126. The Undertaking 1/3/2003
127. The Prohibition 1/3/2003
128. Witchcraft By A Picture 1/13/2003
129. Hym To God, My God In My Sickness 5/14/2001
130. Holy Sonnet X 5/14/2001
131. On The Lady Elizabeth, And Count Palatine Being Married On St. Valentine's Day 1/3/2003
132. That Time And Absence Proves Rather Helps Than Hurts To Loves 1/4/2003
133. Elegy Ix: The Autumnal 5/14/2001
134. Elegy Iv: The Perfume 1/13/2003
135. The Paradox 1/3/2003
136. On The Progress Of The Soul... 5/14/2001
137. Negative Love 1/3/2003
138. Self-Love 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. Elegy Ii: The Anagram 1/3/2003
142. The Triple Fool 1/13/2003
143. Elegy I: Jealousy 1/13/2003
144. Elegy X: The Dream 1/3/2003
145. Love's Deity 1/3/2003
146. The Relic 5/14/2001
147. To His Mistress Going To Bed 5/14/2001
148. Elegy V: His Picture 5/14/2001
149. Song 5/14/2001
150. Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud 1/3/2003
151. Love's Infiniteness 1/3/2003
152. The Bait 5/14/2001
153. Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress 1/13/2003
154. The Canonization 1/3/2003
155. The Broken Heart 1/3/2003
156. A Jet Ring Sent 4/9/2010
157. A Valediction: Of Weeping 1/3/2003
158. From ‘the Cross’ 1/1/2004
159. The Dream 1/3/2003
160. Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress 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 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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