John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

121. Raderus 4/9/2010
122. Ralphius 4/9/2010
123. Ressurection 4/9/2010
124. Resurrection, Imperfect 1/1/2004
125. Satire I 4/9/2010
126. Satire Ii 4/9/2010
127. Satire Iii 5/14/2001
128. Satire Iv 1/1/2004
129. Satire V 4/9/2010
130. Self-Love 1/3/2003
131. Song 5/14/2001
132. Song: Go And Catch A Falling Star 1/1/2004
133. Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen 4/9/2010
134. Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go 12/31/2002
135. Temple 4/9/2010
136. That Time And Absence Proves Rather Helps Than Hurts To Loves 1/4/2003
137. The Anniversary 4/9/2010
138. The Annunciation And Passion 4/9/2010
139. The Apparition 1/1/2004
140. The Bait 5/14/2001
141. The Blossom 4/9/2010
142. The Broken Heart 1/3/2003
143. The Calm 1/1/2004
144. The Canonization 1/3/2003
145. The Computation 5/14/2001
146. The Curse 4/9/2010
147. The Damp 1/13/2003
148. The Dissolution 1/13/2003
149. The Dream 1/3/2003
150. The Ecstasy 5/14/2001
151. The Expiration 1/3/2003
152. The Flea 1/3/2003
153. The Funerall 1/3/2003
154. The Harbinger 4/9/2010
155. The Indifferent 5/14/2001
156. The Legacy 1/3/2003
157. The Message 1/3/2003
158. The Paradox 1/3/2003
159. The Primrose 1/13/2003
160. The Prohibition 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 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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