John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

161. Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress 1/13/2003
162. Break Of Day 1/3/2003
163. A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being The Shortest Day 5/14/2001
164. A Jet Ring Sent 4/9/2010
165. Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress 1/13/2003
166. A Valediction: Of Weeping 1/3/2003
167. Woman's Constancy 1/3/2003
168. The Canonization 1/3/2003
169. Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me 1/3/2003
170. Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go 12/31/2002
171. Daybreak 1/4/2003
172. Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed 1/3/2003
173. A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany 1/13/2003
174. A Lecture Upon The Shadow 5/14/2001
175. The Flea 1/3/2003
176. A Valediction Of Weeping 5/14/2001
177. A Fever 1/3/2003
178. Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud 1/3/2003
179. A Burnt Ship 1/1/2004
180. A Lame Beggar 1/3/2003
181. Confined Love 1/13/2003
182. Go And Catch A Falling Star 12/31/2002
183. Good Morrow 1/3/2003
184. Air And Angels 1/3/2003
185. The Sun Rising 5/14/2001
186. A Hymn To God The Father 5/14/2001
187. For Whom The Bell Tolls 12/31/2002
188. A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning 5/14/2001
189. Death Be Not Proud 5/14/2001
190. No Man Is An Island 1/3/2003

Comments about John Donne

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (3/2/2016 1:50:00 PM)

    About the statement: ''He [John Donne] is considered the pre-eminent representative of the metaphysical poets''.:

    In the chapter on Abraham Cowley in his Lives of the Most Eminent English Poets (1779–81) , Samuel Johnson refers to the beginning of the seventeenth century in which there appeared a race of writers that may be termed the metaphysical poets. This does not necessarily imply that he intended metaphysical to be used in its true sense, in that he was probably referring to a witticism of John Dryden, who said of John Donne:

    He affects the metaphysics, not only in his satires, but in his amorous verses, where nature only should reign; and perplexes the minds of the fair sex with nice speculations of philosophy, when he should engage their hearts, and entertain them with the softnesses of love. In this... Mr. Cowley has copied him to a fault.
    ...

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  • Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe) Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe) (7/1/2015 8:39:00 PM)

    This poet is wonderful

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  • Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys Panmelys (12/3/2014 11:09:00 AM)

    Very interesting comments. Not enjoying poems on love seems a great sadness, I'd like to quote that Love is never wasted, even when it doesn't last, lines by Panmelys a new member, myself. John Donne is a great favorite and brings much joy to many, this is greatness. Like many others in this period, it's amazing how modern they seem, in spite of the gabs between epochs. Panmelys

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  • Harvey Rabbit (8/30/2014 10:02:00 AM)

    The quote beginning Actually, if my business was legitimate, is not from John Donne, who was not a prostitute, did not have to deal with a corporate income tax, and would not likely have begun a sentence with actually. The real author appears to be Xaviera Hollander.

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  • Punky Daly John (1/10/2013 4:45:00 PM)

    i read this John Donne Poems in Chapters only once with inner peace music

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  • Grace Bunton (10/22/2012 9:54:00 PM)

    You forgot to mention that the first 2 stanzas of Go: and Catch a Falling Star were used in Diana Wynne Jones' book Howl's Moving Castle

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  • Shahzeb Azhar Shahzeb Azhar (5/16/2012 6:14:00 AM)

    Hi i don't like poems or story acording to love

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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.

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Holy Sonnet X

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

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