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 Death & Dying (41 Poems)
An Anatomy Of The World… (John Donne Poems)
AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD Wherein, by occasion of the untimely death ofMistress Elizabeth Drury, the frailty and the decay ...
A Litany (John Donne Poems)
I.THE FATHER. FATHER of Heaven, and Him, by whom It, and us for it, and all else for us, Thou madest, and govern'st ...
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 ...
Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen (John Donne Poems)
Her of your name, whose fair inheritanceBethina was, and jointure Magdalo:An active faith so highly did advance,That she once knew, ...
Satire I (John Donne Poems)
Away thou fondling motley humorist,Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,Consorted with these few bookes, let me lyeIn prison, ...
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, ...
Elegy XII (John Donne Poems)
COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I oweAre paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere ...
The Will (John Donne Poems)
Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, Great Love, some legacies ; I here bequeath Mine eyes to Argus, if ...
The Calm (John Donne Poems)
Our storm is past, and that storm's tyrannous rage, A stupid calm, but nothing it, doth 'suage. The fable is inverted, and ...
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 ...
To The Praise Of The Dead And The Anatomy (John Donne Poems)
VVEll dy'de the World, that we might liue to seeThis World of wit, in his Anatomee:No euill wants his good: ...
Elegy XX: (Alternate) Love’s War (John Donne Poems)
Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?All other Warrs ...
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 ...
The Anniversary (John Donne Poems)
ALL kings, and all their favourites, All glory of honours, beauties, wits,The sun it self, which makes time, as they pass,Is ...
A Valediction Of Weeping (John Donne Poems)
Let me pour forthMy tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they ...
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 ...
The Paradox (John Donne Poems)
NO lover saith, I love, nor any otherCan judge a perfect lover ;He thinks that else none can or will ...
Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned (John Donne Poems)
Oh my black Soule! Now thou art summonedBy sicknesse, deaths herald, and champion;Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath ...
Ressurection (John Donne Poems)
Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soulShall-though she now be in extreme degree Too stony hard, and yet ...
Death Be Not Proud (John Donne Poems)
Death be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for, thou art not soe,For, those, whom thou think'st, ...
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 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 ...
Holy Sonnet XVI: Father (John Donne Poems)
Father, part of his double interestUnto thy kingdom, thy Son gives to me,His jointure in the knotty TrinityHe keeps, and ...
Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me (John Donne Poems)
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste;I run to death, ...
Niobe (John Donne Poems)
By children's births, and death, I am becomeSo dry, that I am now mine own sad tomb. (John Donne)
Elegy IX: The Autumnal (John Donne Poem)
No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace As I have seen in one autumnall face. Young beauties force our ...
The Expiration (John Donne Poem)
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away, Turn thou ghost that ...
Holy Sonnet IV: Oh My Black Soul! Now Art Thou Summoned (John Donne Poem)
Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned By sickness, death's herald, and champion; Thou art like a pilgrim, which ...