Temple (John Donne Poems)
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe,Joseph, turn back ; see where your child doth sit, Blowing, yea blowing out ...
John Donne Poems on Man (61 Poems)
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, ...
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 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 ...
No man is an island (John Donne Poems)
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the ...
A Burnt Ship (John Donne Poems)
Out of a fired ship, which by no way But drowning could be rescued from the flame, Some men leap'd forth, and ...
Holy Sonnet XVI: Father, Part Of His Double Interest (John Donne Poem)
Father, part of his double interest Unto thy kingdom, thy Son gives to me, His jointure in the knotty Trinity ...
Elegy VIII: The Comparison (John Donne Poem)
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Holy Sonnet XV: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest (John Donne Poem)
Wilt thou love God, as he thee? Then digest, My soul, this wholesome meditation, How God the Spirit, by angels ...
Elegy IV: The Perfume (John Donne Poem)
Once, and but once found in thy company, All thy supposed escapes are laid on me; And as a thief ...
The Damp (John Donne Poem)
When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey ...
Elegy III: Change (John Donne Poem)
Although thy hand and faith, and good works too, Have sealed thy love which nothing should undo, Yea though thou ...
Elegy V: His Picture (John Donne Poem)
Here take my picture; though I bid farewell, Thine, in my heart, where my soul dwells, shall dwell. 'Tis like ...
The Primrose (John Donne Poem)
Upon this Primrose hill, Where, if Heav'n would distil A shower of rain, each several drop might go To his ...
Holy Sonnet XI: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side (John Donne Poem)
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For I have ...
Holy Sonnet XVIII: Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear (John Donne Poem)
Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. What! is it She, which on the other shore Goes ...
Self-Love (John Donne Poem)
He that cannot choose but love, And strives against it still, Never shall my fancy move, For he loves 'gainst ...
Elegy XVIII: Love’s Progress (John Donne Poems)
Who ever loves, if he do not propose The right true end of love, he's one that goes To sea ...
The Legacy (John Donne Poem)
When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go, Though it be but an ...
Elegy XVI: On His Mistress (John Donne Poem)
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
A Fever (John Donne Poem)
Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not ...
The Dream (John Donne Poem)
Dear love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme For reason, ...
The Ecstasy (John Donne Poem)
Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we ...
Elegy I: Jealousy (John Donne Poem)
Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die, And yet complain'st of his great jealousy; If swol'n with poison, he ...
The Canonization (John Donne Poem)
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five grey ...
The Indifferent (John Donne Poem)
I can love both fair and brown, Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays, Her who loves loneness ...
Break Of Day (John Donne Poem)
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise? because ...
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning (John Donne Poem)
As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do ...
The Triple Fool (John Donne Poem)
I am two fools, I know- For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman that ...