Holy Sonnet XVIII: Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear (John Donne Poem)
Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. What! is it She, which on the other shore Goes ...
John Donne Poems (188 Poems)
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 ...
Negative Love (John Donne Poem)
I never stoop'd so low, as they Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey, Seldom to them, which soare ...
Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly (John Donne Poem)
I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite; But black sin hath betrayed to endless ...
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 ...
Celestial Music (John Donne Poem)
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
The Legacy (John Donne Poem)
When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go, Though it be but an ...
Elegy XVI: On His Mistress (John Donne Poem)
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
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 Prohibition (John Donne Poem)
Take heed of loving me; At least remember I forbade it thee; Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste ...
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 ...
A Valediction: Of Weeping (John Donne Poem)
Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy ...
John Donne – The Paradox (John Donne Poem)
No Lover saith, I love, nor any other Can judge a perfect Lover; Hee thinkes that else none can, nor ...
Woman’s Constancy (John Donne Poems)
Now thou hast loved me one whole day, Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate ...
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 ...
The Apparition (John Donne Poem)
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead, And that thou think'st thee free From all solicitation from me, ...
Love’s Deity (John Donne Poems)
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot ...
The Bait (John Donne Poem)
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sand, and crystal ...
Elegy I: Jealousy (John Donne Poem)
Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die, And yet complain'st of his great jealousy; If swol'n with poison, he ...
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 ...
The Indifferent (John Donne Poem)
I can love both fair and brown, Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays, Her who loves loneness ...
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 ...
Break Of Day (John Donne Poem)
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise? because ...
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; ...
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 ...
Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth’s Imagined Corners Blow (John Donne Poems)
At the round earth's imagined corners blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, ...
The Sun Rising (John Donne Poem)
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy ...
The Broken Heart (John Donne Poem)
He is stark mad, who ever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so ...