John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

81. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jewes 1/3/2003
82. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 1/13/2003
83. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 4/9/2010
84. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We 1/3/2003
85. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On? 1/13/2003
86. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present 1/3/2003
87. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night? 1/13/2003
88. Holy Sonnet Xiv 5/14/2001
89. Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart 1/3/2003
90. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me 1/3/2003
91. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 4/9/2010
92. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 1/13/2003
93. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God 4/9/2010
94. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God 1/3/2003
95. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest 1/13/2003
96. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father 1/3/2003
97. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father, Part Of His Double Interest 1/13/2003
98. Holy Sonnet Xvii: Since She Whom I Loved 1/3/2003
99. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ 1/3/2003
100. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ, Thy Spouse, So Bright And Clear 1/13/2003
101. Holy Sonnets: Since She Whom I Lov'D Hath Paid Her Last Debt 5/14/2001
102. Hym To God, My God In My Sickness 5/14/2001
103. Klockius 4/9/2010
104. La Corona 4/9/2010
105. Love's Alchemy 5/14/2001
106. Love's Deity 1/3/2003
107. Love's Diet 4/9/2010
108. Love's Exchange 4/9/2010
109. Love's Growth 4/9/2010
110. Love's Infiniteness 1/3/2003
111. Love's Usury 5/14/2001
112. Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus 4/9/2010
113. Nativity 4/9/2010
114. Negative Love 1/3/2003
115. Niobe 4/9/2010
116. No Man Is An Island 1/3/2003
117. Ode 4/9/2010
118. Oh My Blacke Soule! Now Thou Art Summoned 4/9/2010
119. On The Lady Elizabeth, And Count Palatine Being Married On St. Valentine's Day 1/3/2003
120. On The Progress Of The Soul... 5/14/2001
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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