Metempsycosis (John Donne Poems)
THEPROGRESSEOF THE SOULE.First Song.I.sing of the progresse of a deathlesse soule,Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not controule,Plac'd in ...
John Donne Poems on Fate & Destiny (17 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 ...
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, ...
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 ...
Satire V (John Donne Poems)
Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor theyWhom any pity warmes; He which did layRules to make Courtiers, ...
Valediction to his Book (John Donne Poems)
I'LL tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do To anger destiny, as she doth us ; How I shall stay, ...
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 ...
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: ...
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 ...
Love’s Diet (John Donne Poems)
To what a cumbersome unwieldinessAnd burdenous corpulence my love had grown, But that I did, to make it less, And keep it ...
Sweetest love, I do not go, (John Donne Poems)
Sweetest love, I do not go,For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter love for me;But since ...
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 ...
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, ...
Love’s Deity (John Donne Poems)
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot ...
Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud (John Donne Poem)
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom ...