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 ...
John Donne Poems on Wit (15 Poems)
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, ...
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, ...
Elegy XII (John Donne Poems)
COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I oweAre paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere ...
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 ...
Upon The Translation Of The Psalms By Sir Philip Sidney And The Countess Of Pembroke, His Sister (John Donne Poems)
ETERNAL God-for whom who ever dareSeek new expressions, do the circle square,And thrust into straight corners of poor witThee, who ...
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: ...
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 ...
To The Earl Of Doncaster (John Donne Poems)
SEE, sir, how, as the sun's hot masculine flame Begets strange creatures on Nile's dirty slime, In me your fatherly yet lusty ...
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 ...
Elegy VII (John Donne Poem)
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love, And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove Too subtle: Foole, thou ...
A Hymn To Christ At The Author’s Last Going Into Germany (John Donne Poems)
In what torn ship soever I embark, That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark; What sea soever swallow ...
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 ...
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 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 ...