Poems by John Donne
Holy Sonnet XIV: Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God
... for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend ...
Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud
... Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings and desperate men ...
For Whom The Bell Tolls
... If a clod be washed away by the sea, ...
The Good-Morrow
... Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee ...
The Flea
... Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee ...
The Broken Heart
... At one first blow did shiver it as glassYet nothing can to nothing fall, ...
Song (Go And Catch A Falling Star)
... Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me ...
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
... The breath goes now, and some say, No:So let us melt, and make no noise, ...
The Triple Fool
... Then, as th' earths inward narrow crooked lanes ...
The Sun Rising
... Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time ...
Air And Angels
... Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do, ...
Break Of Day
... Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither, ...
The Funeral
... As prisoners then are manacled when they're condemned to die ...
A Hymn To God The Father
... Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run, ...
Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow
... Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes ...
