John Donne

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

John Donne Poems

141. Elegy:The End of Funeral Elegies 4/9/2010
142. Elegy XX (Alternate) Love's War 4/9/2010
143. Elegy XVIII: Love's Progress 1/13/2003
144. Elegy XVII: On His Mistress 4/9/2010
145. Elegy XVI: The Expostulation 1/1/2004
146. Elegy XVI: On His Mistress 1/13/2003
147. Elegy XIX: To His Mistress Going to Bed 1/3/2003
148. Elegy XIV: Julia 4/9/2010
149. Elegy XIII: His Parting From Her 4/9/2010
150. Elegy XII 4/9/2010
151. Elegy XI: The Bracelet 4/9/2010
152. Elegy X: The Dream 1/3/2003
153. Elegy VIII: The Comparison 1/13/2003
154. Elegy VII 1/13/2003
155. Elegy VI 1/13/2003
156. Elegy V: His Picture 5/14/2001
157. Elegy IX: The Autumnal 5/14/2001
158. Elegy IV: The Perfume 1/13/2003
159. Elegy III: Change 1/3/2003
160. Elegy II: The Anagram 1/3/2003

Holy Sonnet X

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

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