John Donne

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

Poems of John Donne

161. The Legacy 1/3/2003
162. The Message 1/3/2003
163. The Paradox 1/3/2003
164. The Primrose 1/13/2003
165. The Prohibition 1/3/2003
166. The Relic 5/14/2001
167. The Soule 10/21/2014
168. The Sun Rising 5/14/2001
169. The Token 1/1/2004
170. The Triple Fool 1/13/2003
171. The Undertaking 1/3/2003
172. The Will 4/9/2010
173. To George Herbert, 4/9/2010
174. To His Mistress Going to Bed 5/14/2001
175. TO MR. I. P. 4/9/2010
176. To Mr. Rowland Woodward 4/9/2010
177. TO Mr. Samuel Brooke 4/9/2010
178. To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders 4/9/2010
179. TO Mr.I.L. 4/9/2010
180. TO Mr.T.W. 4/9/2010

The Ecstasy

Where, like a pillow on a bed
A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.
Our hands were firmly cemented
With a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string;
So to'intergraft our hands, as yet

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