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 Mind (32 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 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 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 ...
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, ...
Elegy XVI: The Expostulatio (John Donne Poems)
TO make the doubt clear, that no woman's true,Was it my fate to prove it strong in you?Thought I, 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 ...
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: ...
The Blossom (John Donne Poems)
LITTLE think'st thou, poor flower, Whom I've watch'd six or seven days,And seen thy birth, and seen what every hourGave to ...
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 ...
Farewell to Love (John Donne Poems)
Whilst yet to prove,I thought there was some deity in loveSo did I reverence, and gaveWorship, as atheists at their ...
Song: Go and catch a falling star (John Donne Poems)
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the ...
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, ...
Love’s Alchemy (John Donne Poems)
Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,Say, where his centric happiness doth lie; I have lov'd, and got, and ...
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 ...
Annunciation (John Donne Poems)
Salvation to all that will is nigh;That All, which always is all everywhere,Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must ...
The Token (John Donne Poem)
Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me ...
The Message (John Donne Poem)
Send home my long stray'd eyes to me, Which O too long have dwelt on thee, Yet since there they ...
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 ...
Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present Were The World’s Last Night? (John Donne Poems)
What if this present were the world's last night? Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell, The ...
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 ...
Holy Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Loved (John Donne Poem)
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, ...
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, ...
Confined Love (John Donne Poem)
Some man unworthy to be possessor Of old or new love, himself being false or weak, Thought his pain and ...
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 ...
Air And Angels (John Donne Poem)
Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Before I knew thy face or name, So in a voice, so in ...
The Funeral (John Donne Poem)
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm; ...
Song (Go And Catch A Falling Star) (John Donne Poem)
Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or ...