John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

1. A Burnt Ship 1/1/2004
2. A Dialogue Between Sir Henry Wootton And Mr. Donne 4/9/2010
3. A Fever 1/3/2003
4. A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany 1/13/2003
5. A Hymn To God The Father 5/14/2001
6. A Jet Ring Sent 4/9/2010
7. A Lame Beggar 1/3/2003
8. A Lecture Upon The Shadow 5/14/2001
9. A Licentious Person 4/9/2010
10. A Litany 4/9/2010
11. A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being The Shortest Day 5/14/2001
12. A Self Accuser 4/9/2010
13. A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family 4/9/2010
14. A Valediction Of Weeping 5/14/2001
15. A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning 5/14/2001
16. A Valediction: Of Weeping 1/3/2003
17. Air And Angels 1/3/2003
18. An Anatomy Of The World... 5/14/2001
19. An Obscure Writer 4/9/2010
20. Annunciation 4/9/2010
21. Antiquary 4/9/2010
22. Ascension 4/9/2010
23. At The Round Earth's Imagin'D Corners 1/20/2003
24. Break Of Day 1/3/2003
25. Break Of Day (Another Of The Same) 1/1/2004
26. Community 4/9/2010
27. Confined Love 1/13/2003
28. Crucifying 4/9/2010
29. Daybreak 1/4/2003
30. Death Be Not Proud 5/14/2001
31. Disinherited 4/9/2010
32. Eclogue 4/9/2010
33. Elegy I: Jealousy 1/13/2003
34. Elegy Ii: The Anagram 1/3/2003
35. Elegy Iii: Change 1/3/2003
36. Elegy Iv: The Perfume 1/13/2003
37. Elegy Ix: The Autumnal 5/14/2001
38. Elegy V: His Picture 5/14/2001
39. Elegy Vi 1/13/2003
40. Elegy Vii 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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