John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

41. Elegy X: The Dream 1/3/2003
42. Elegy Xi: The Bracelet 4/9/2010
43. Elegy Xii 4/9/2010
44. Elegy Xiii: His Parting From Her 4/9/2010
45. Elegy Xiv: Julia 4/9/2010
46. Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed 1/3/2003
47. Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress 1/13/2003
48. Elegy Xvi: The Expostulation 1/1/2004
49. Elegy Xvii: On His Mistress 4/9/2010
50. Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress 1/13/2003
51. Elegy Xx (Alternate) Love's War 4/9/2010
52. Elegy:The End Of Funeral Elegies 4/9/2010
53. Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn 4/9/2010
54. Fall Of A Wall 4/9/2010
55. Farewell To Love 1/3/2003
56. For Whom The Bell Tolls 12/31/2002
57. From ‘the Cross’ 1/1/2004
58. Go And Catch A Falling Star 12/31/2002
59. Good Friday 10/21/2014
60. Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward 1/3/2003
61. Good Morrow 1/3/2003
62. Hero And Leander 4/9/2010
63. Holy Sonnet ? 5/14/2001
64. Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me 1/3/2003
65. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles 1/3/2003
66. Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles I Resign 1/13/2003
67. Holy Sonnet Iii: O Might Those Sighes 1/3/2003
68. Holy Sonnet Iv: Oh My Black Soul! 1/3/2003
69. Holy Sonnet Ix: If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree 1/13/2003
70. Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World 1/3/2003
71. Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly 1/13/2003
72. Holy Sonnet Vi: This Is My Playes Last Scene 1/3/2003
73. Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's 1/3/2003
74. Holy Sonnet Vii: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow 1/13/2003
75. Holy Sonnet Viii: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified 4/9/2010
76. Holy Sonnet Viii: If Faithfull Soules 1/3/2003
77. Holy Sonnet X 5/14/2001
78. Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud 1/3/2003
79. Holy Sonnet X:Death Be Not Proud 1/1/2004
80. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jewes 1/3/2003
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 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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