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 Sin (16 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Curse (John Donne Poems)
Whoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knowsWho is my mistress, wither by this curse ;Him, only for his purseMay some ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 III: O Might Those Sighs And Tears Return Again (John Donne Poem)
O might those sighs and tears return again Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent, That I might ...
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 ...
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 ...
Holy Sonnet IX: If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree (John Donne Poem)
If poisonous minerals, and if that tree Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us, If lecherous goats, if serpents ...
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 ...
A Hymn To God The Father (John Donne Poem)
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which is my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive ...
The Flea (John Donne Poem)
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, ...