John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

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

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.

There will the river whispering run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun;
And there the 'enamour'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

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