John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

121. Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow 1/13/2003
122. Elegy Xiii: His Parting From Her 4/9/2010
123. The Indifferent 5/14/2001
124. The Legacy 1/3/2003
125. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles 1/3/2003
126. Hym To God, My God In My Sickness 5/14/2001
127. Holy Sonnet X 5/14/2001
128. The Prohibition 1/3/2003
129. Holy Sonnet Ix: If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree 1/13/2003
130. Holy Sonnet ? 5/14/2001
131. Eclogue 4/9/2010
132. Love's Usury 5/14/2001
133. Song: Go And Catch A Falling Star 1/1/2004
134. Holy Sonnet Xvii: Since She Whom I Loved 1/3/2003
135. Witchcraft By A Picture 1/13/2003
136. The Undertaking 1/3/2003
137. Elegy X: The Dream 1/3/2003
138. The Triple Fool 1/13/2003
139. Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress 1/13/2003
140. Love's Deity 1/3/2003
141. Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress 1/13/2003
142. The Token 1/1/2004
143. Negative Love 1/3/2003
144. The Relic 5/14/2001
145. To His Mistress Going To Bed 5/14/2001
146. Song 5/14/2001
147. A Litany 4/9/2010
148. The Bait 5/14/2001
149. Elegy I: Jealousy 1/13/2003
150. The Dream 1/3/2003
151. The Canonization 1/3/2003
152. Love's Alchemy 5/14/2001
153. A Jet Ring Sent 4/9/2010
154. A Valediction: Of Weeping 1/3/2003
155. From ‘the Cross’ 1/1/2004
156. Love's Infiniteness 1/3/2003
157. Holy Sonnet Iv: Oh My Black Soul! 1/3/2003
158. The Ecstasy 5/14/2001
159. Farewell To Love 1/3/2003
160. Self-Love 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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