John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

81. Holy Sonnet Xi: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side 4/9/2010
82. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We 1/3/2003
83. Holy Sonnet Xii: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On? 1/13/2003
84. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present 1/3/2003
85. Holy Sonnet Xiii: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night? 1/13/2003
86. Holy Sonnet Xiv 5/14/2001
87. Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart 1/3/2003
88. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me 1/3/2003
89. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 1/13/2003
90. Holy Sonnet Xix: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One 4/9/2010
91. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God 1/3/2003
92. Holy Sonnet Xv: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest 1/13/2003
93. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father 1/3/2003
94. Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father, Part Of His Double Interest 1/13/2003
95. Holy Sonnet Xvii: Since She Whom I Loved 1/3/2003
96. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ 1/3/2003
97. Holy Sonnet Xviii: Show Me, Dear Christ, Thy Spouse, So Bright And Clear 1/13/2003
98. Holy Sonnets: Since She Whom I Lov'D Hath Paid Her Last Debt 5/14/2001
99. Hym To God, My God In My Sickness 5/14/2001
100. Klockius 4/9/2010
101. La Corona 4/9/2010
102. Love's Alchemy 5/14/2001
103. Love's Deity 1/3/2003
104. Love's Diet 4/9/2010
105. Love's Exchange 4/9/2010
106. Love's Growth 4/9/2010
107. Love's Infiniteness 1/3/2003
108. Love's Usury 5/14/2001
109. Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus 4/9/2010
110. Nativity 4/9/2010
111. Negative Love 1/3/2003
112. Niobe 4/9/2010
113. No Man Is An Island 1/3/2003
114. Ode 4/9/2010
115. Oh My Blacke Soule! Now Thou Art Summoned 4/9/2010
116. On The Lady Elizabeth, And Count Palatine Being Married On St. Valentine's Day 1/3/2003
117. On The Progress Of The Soul... 5/14/2001
118. Phryne 4/9/2010
119. Psalme Cxxxvii. 10/21/2014
120. Pyramus And Thisbe 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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