The Progres Of The Soule (John Donne Poems)
Wherein,BY OCCASION OFThe Religious death of MistrisE L I Z A B E T H D R V R Y,the incommodities ...
John Donne Poems on Soul (53 Poems)
Eclogue (John Donne Poems)
I6I3, DECEMBER 26.ALLOPHANES FINDING IDIOS IN THE COUNTRY IN CHRISTMAS TIME, REPREHENDS HIS ABSENCE FROM COURT, AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET ; IDIOS GIVES AN ACCOUNT OF HIS PURPOSE THEREIN, AND OF HIS ACTIONS THERE. ALLOPHANES.UNSEASONABLE man, statue of ice,What could to ...
The Character Of The Bore (John Donne Poems)
Well; I may now receive and die. My sin Indeed is great, but yet I have been in A purgatory, such as ...
Satire IV (John Donne Poems)
Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin Indeed is great, but yet I have been in A purgatory, such as ...
Satire III (John Donne Poems)
Kind pity chokes my spleen; brave scorn forbids Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids; I must not laugh, nor weep ...
Elegy XI: The Bracelet (John Donne Poems)
NOT that in colour it was like thy hair,For armlets of that thou mayst let me wear ;Nor that thy ...
Elegy XIII: His Parting From Her (John Donne Poems)
SINCE she must go, and I must mourn, come night,Environ me with darkness, whilst I write ;Shadow that hell unto ...
Elegy XIX (John Donne Poems)
Whoever loves, if he do not proposeThe right true end of love, he's one that goesTo sea for nothing but ...
To The Countess Of Bedford II (John Donne Poems)
TO have written then, when you writ, seem'd to meWorst of spiritual vices, simony ;And not to have written then ...
On The Progress Of The Soul… (John Donne Poems)
Forget this rotten world, and unto thee Let thine own times as an old story be. Be not concern'd; study not why, ...
To Sir Henry Wotton (John Donne Poems)
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but ...
To Sir Henry Goodyere (John Donne Poems)
WHO makes the last a pattern for next year, Turns no new leaf, but still the same things reads ;Seen things ...
A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy’s Day, Being the Shortest Day (John Donne Poems)
'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now ...
Elegy XX: To His Mistress Going to Bed (John Donne Poems)
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,Until I labor, I in labor lie.The foe oft-times having the foe in ...
To Sir Henry Wotton At His Going Ambassador To Venice (John Donne Poems)
AFTER those reverend papers, whose soul is Our good and great king's loved hand and fear'd name ;By which to you ...
The Annunciation And Passion (John Donne Poems)
TAMELY, frail body, abstain to-day ; to-dayMy soul eats twice, Christ hither and away.She sees Him man, so like God ...
Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward (John Donne Poems)
Let mans Soul be a Sphere, and then, in this,The intelligence that moves, devotion isAnd as the other Spheres, by ...
Song: Soul’s Joy, now I am gone (John Donne Poems)
Soul's joy, now I am gone, And you alone, - Which cannot be,Since I must leave myself with thee, And carry thee with ...
To Mr. Rowland Woodward (John Donne Poems)
LIKE one who in her third widowhood doth professHerself a nun, tied to retiredness,So affects my Muse, now, a chaste ...
A Valediction: (John Donne Poems)
As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls, to go,Whilst some of their sad friends do say, "The breath ...
The Relic (John Donne Poems)
When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain, (For graves have learn'd that woman head, To be to more ...
Love’s Growth (John Donne Poems)
I scarce believe my love to be so pure As I had thought it was, Because it doth endureVicissitude, and season, as ...
Resurrection (John Donne Poems)
Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast As yet, the wound thou took'st on friday last; Sleep then, ...
The Funerall (John Donne Poems)
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question muchThat subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm;The mystery, the ...
Elegy: The End of Funeral Elegies (John Donne Poems)
MADAM-That I might make your cabinet my tomb, And for my fame, which I love next my soul,Next to my soul ...
Crucifying (John Donne Poems)
By miracles exceeding power of man,He faith in some, envy in some begat, For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate : In ...
Holy Sonnet VI: This Is My Playes Last Scene (John Donne Poems)
This is my play's last scene, here heavens appointMy pilgrimages last mile; and my raceIdly, yet quickly run, hath this ...
Holy Sonnet XV: Wilt Thou Love God (John Donne Poems)
Wilt thou love God, as he thee? then digest,My Soul, this wholesome meditation,How God the Spirit, by Angels waited onIn ...
Holy Sonnet IV: Oh my black soul! (John Donne Poems)
Oh my black soul! now art thou summonedBy sickness, death's herald, and champion;Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath ...
Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth’s Imagined Corners (John Donne Poems)
At the round earth's imagined corners blowYour trumpets, angels, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberless infinitiesOf souls, and to your ...