John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

1. Psalme Cxxxvii. 10/21/2014
2. Good Friday 10/21/2014
3. The Soule 10/21/2014
4. To Sir Henry Goodyere 4/9/2010
5. To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders 4/9/2010
6. To Sir Henry Wotton 4/9/2010
7. Translated Out Of Gazaeus, 4/9/2010
8. Raderus 4/9/2010
9. Klockius 4/9/2010
10. To Mr. Samuel Brooke 4/9/2010
11. To Mr. I. P. 4/9/2010
12. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 4/9/2010
13. To The Earl Of Doncaster 4/9/2010
14. Satire V 4/9/2010
15. Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus 4/9/2010
16. To Mr.T.W. 4/9/2010
17. Ralphius 4/9/2010
18. To The Countess Of Bedford Ii 4/9/2010
19. To The Praise Of The Dead And The Anatomy 4/9/2010
20. La Corona 4/9/2010
21. Satire I 4/9/2010
22. Satire Ii 4/9/2010
23. To Mr. Rowland Woodward 4/9/2010
24. To Mr.I.L. 4/9/2010
25. To The Lady Magdalen Herbert, Of St. Mary Magdalen 4/9/2010
26. Upon The Translation Of The Psalms By Sir Philip Sidney And The Countess Of Pembroke, His Sister 4/9/2010
27. Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn 4/9/2010
28. To Sir Henry Wotton Ii 4/9/2010
29. To Sir Henry Wotton At His Going Ambassador To Venice 4/9/2010
30. To The Countess Of Bedford I 4/9/2010
31. Phryne 4/9/2010
32. The Harbinger 4/9/2010
33. Elegy Xi: The Bracelet 4/9/2010
34. Valediction To His Book 4/9/2010
35. Eclogue 4/9/2010
36. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 4/9/2010
37. Holy Sonnet Viii: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified 4/9/2010
38. Temple 4/9/2010
39. Elegy Xii 4/9/2010
40. Nativity 4/9/2010
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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