Elegy XVII: On His Mistress (John Donne Poems)
By our first strange and fatal interview,By all desires which thereof did ensue,By our long starving hopes, by that remorseWhich ...
John Donne Poems (188 Poems)
To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders (John Donne Poems)
THOU, whose diviner soul hath caused thee nowTo put thy hand unto the holy plough,Making lay-scornings of the ministryNot an ...
A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy’s Day, Being the Shortest Day (John Donne Poems)
'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks; The sun is spent, and now ...
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: ...
Elegy XX: To His Mistress Going to Bed (John Donne Poems)
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,Until I labor, I in labor lie.The foe oft-times having the foe in ...
To Sir Henry Wotton At His Going Ambassador To Venice (John Donne Poems)
AFTER those reverend papers, whose soul is Our good and great king's loved hand and fear'd name ;By which to you ...
Elegy XX: (Alternate) Love’s War (John Donne Poems)
Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?All other Warrs ...
A Dialogue between Sir Henry Wootton and Mr. Donne (John Donne Poems)
IF her disdain least change in you can move, You do not love,For when that hope gives fuel to the fire, You ...
The Annunciation And Passion (John Donne Poems)
TAMELY, frail body, abstain to-day ; to-dayMy soul eats twice, Christ hither and away.She sees Him man, so like God ...
The Harbinger (John Donne Poems)
to the Progresse.TWo soules moue here, and mine (a third) must mouePaces of admiration, and of loue;Thy soule (Deare Virgin) ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
On the Lady Elizabeth, and Count Palatine Being Married on St. Valentine’s Day (John Donne Poems)
Hail Bishop Valentine, whose day this is,All the air is thy Diocese,And all the chirping choristersAnd other birds are thy ...
Hymn to God, My God, in my Sickness (John Donne Poems)
Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; ...
Song: Soul’s Joy, now I am gone (John Donne Poems)
Soul's joy, now I am gone, And you alone, - Which cannot be,Since I must leave myself with thee, And carry thee with ...
Love’s Exchange (John Donne Poems)
LOVE, any devil else but youWould for a given soul give something too.At court your fellows every dayGive th' art ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Relic (John Donne Poems)
When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain, (For graves have learn'd that woman head, To be to more ...
Love’s Growth (John Donne Poems)
I scarce believe my love to be so pure As I had thought it was, Because it doth endureVicissitude, and season, as ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Anniversary (John Donne Poems)
ALL kings, and all their favourites, All glory of honours, beauties, wits,The sun it self, which makes time, as they pass,Is ...
Love’s Diet (John Donne Poems)
To what a cumbersome unwieldinessAnd burdenous corpulence my love had grown, But that I did, to make it less, And keep it ...
Love’s Infiniteness (John Donne Poems)
If yet I have not all thy love,Dear, I shall never have it all,I cannot breathe one other sigh, to ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Twickenham Garden (John Donne Poems)
BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears, Hither I come to seek the spring,And at mine eyes, and at mine ears, Receive ...