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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Elegy Iv: The Perfume

Once, and but once found in thy company,
All thy supposed escapes are laid on me;
And as a thief at bar is questioned there
By all the men that have been robed that year,
So am I (by this traiterous means surprized)
By thy hydroptic father catechized.
Though he had wont to search with glazed eyes,
As though he came to kill a cockatrice,
Though he hath oft sworn that he would remove

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