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 Vice & Virtue (14 Poems)
Eclogue (John Donne Poems)
I6I3, DECEMBER 26.ALLOPHANES FINDING IDIOS IN THE COUNTRY IN CHRISTMAS TIME, REPREHENDS HIS ABSENCE FROM COURT, AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET ; IDIOS GIVES AN ACCOUNT OF HIS PURPOSE THEREIN, AND OF HIS ACTIONS THERE. ALLOPHANES.UNSEASONABLE man, statue of ice,What could to ...
The Character Of The Bore (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 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 XIX (John Donne Poems)
Whoever loves, if he do not proposeThe right true end of love, he's one that goesTo sea for nothing but ...
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, ...
To Sir Henry Wotton (John Donne Poems)
SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak. This ease controlsThe tediousness of my life ; but ...
To The Countess Of Bedford I (John Donne Poems)
MADAM-Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right ; By these we reach divinity, that's you ;Their loves, who have ...
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 ...
Elegy XIV: Julia (John Donne Poems)
Hark, news, O envy ; thou shalt hear descriedMy Julia ; who as yet was ne'er envied.To vomit gall in ...
To Sir Henry Wotton II (John Donne Poems)
HERE'S no more news than virtue ; I may as wellTell you Calais, or Saint Michael's tales, as tellThat vice ...
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 ...