John Donne
Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father, Part Of His Double Interest by John Donne

Holy Sonnet Xvi: Father, Part Of His Double Interest by John Donne

Father, part of his double interest Unto thy kingdom, thy Son gives to me, His jointure in the knotty Trinity He keeps, and gives to me his death's conquest. This Lamb, whose ...

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For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne

For Whom The Bell Tolls by John Donne

PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about ...

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To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders by John Donne

To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders by John Donne

THOU, whose diviner soul hath caused thee now To put thy hand unto the holy plough, Making lay-scornings of the ministry Not an impediment, but victory ; What bring'st thou ...

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On The Lady Elizabeth, And Count Palatine Being Married On St. Valentine’s Day by John Donne

On The Lady Elizabeth, And Count Palatine Being Married On St. Valentine’s Day by John Donne

Hail Bishop Valentine, whose day this is, All the air is thy Diocese, And all the chirping choristers And other birds are thy parishioners, Thou marryest ever year The lyric ...

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Daybreak by John Donne

Daybreak by John Donne

STAY, O sweet and do not rise! The light that shines comes from thine eyes; The day breaks not: it is my heart, Because that you and I must part. Stay! or else my joys will ...

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A Lame Beggar by John Donne

A Lame Beggar by John Donne

I am unable, yonder beggar cries,To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.

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Go And Catch A Falling Star by John Donne

Go And Catch A Falling Star by John Donne

Go and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root,Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot,Teach me to hear mermaids singing,Or to keep off ...

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The Dream by John Donne

The Dream by John Donne

Dear love, for nothing less than theeWould I have broke this happy dream; It was a themeFor reason, much too strong for phantasy:Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yetMy dream ...

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Love’s Infiniteness by John Donne

Love’s Infiniteness by John Donne

If yet I have not all thy love,Dear, I shall never have it all,I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,Nor can entreat one other tear to fall,And all my treasure, which should ...

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Confined Love by John Donne

Confined Love by John Donne

Some man unworthy to be possessorOf old or new love, himself being false or weak,Thought his pain and shame would be lesserIf on womankind he might his anger wreak,And thence a ...

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A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne

A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning by John Donne

As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls, to go,Whilst some of their sad friends do say, 'The breath goes now,' and some say, 'No:'So let us melt, and ...

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Death Be Not Proud by John Donne

Death Be Not Proud by John Donne

Death be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,Die not, poore death, nor yet canst ...

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Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart by John Donne

Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart by John Donne

Batter my heart, three-personed God; for YouAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me,'and bendYour force to break, blow, burn, ...

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Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud by John Donne

Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud by John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor death, nor yet canst thou ...

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Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed by John Donne

Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed by John Donne

Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,Until I labor, I in labor lie.The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,Is tired with standing though he never fight.Off with that ...

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Break Of Day by John Donne

Break Of Day by John Donne

'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?O wilt thou therefore rise from me?Why should we rise, because 'tis light?Did we lie down, because 'twas night?Love which in spite of ...

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A Hymn To Christ At The Author’s Last Going Into Germany by John Donne

A Hymn To Christ At The Author’s Last Going Into Germany by John Donne

In what torn ship soever I embark,That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;What sea soever swallow me, that floodShall be to me an emblem of thy blood;Though thou with clouds of ...

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Woman’s Constancy by John Donne

Woman’s Constancy by John Donne

Now thou hast loved me one whole day,Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say?Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? Or say that nowWe are not just those persons ...

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Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go by John Donne

Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go by John Donne

Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that IMust die at last, 'tis bestTo use myself in ...

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A Lecture Upon The Shadow by John Donne

A Lecture Upon The Shadow by John Donne

Stand still, and I will read to theeA lecture, love, in love's philosophy. These three hours that we have spent, Walking here, two shadows wentAlong with us, which we ...

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A Fever by John Donne

A Fever by John Donne

Oh do not die, for I shall hateAll women so, when thou art gone,That thee I shall not celebrate,When I remember, thou wast one.But yet thou canst not die, I know;To leave this ...

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A Burnt Ship by John Donne

A Burnt Ship by John Donne

Out of a fired ship, which by no way But drowning could be rescued from the flame, Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came Near the foes' ships, did by their shot decay; ...

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A Valediction Of Weeping by John Donne

A Valediction Of Weeping by John Donne

Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear, And by this mintage they are something worth, ...

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The Flea by John Donne

The Flea by John Donne

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,How little that which thou deny'st me is;It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,And in this flea, our two bloods mingled be;Thou knowest that ...

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The Sun Rising by John Donne

The Sun Rising by John Donne

Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call onus? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run? Saucy ...

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Good Morrow by John Donne

Good Morrow by John Donne

I wonder, by my truth, what thou and IDid, till we loved; were we not weaned till then,But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?'Twas ...

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Air And Angels by John Donne

Air And Angels by John Donne

Twice or thrice had I loved thee,Before I knew thy face or name;So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;Still when, to where thou wert, I ...

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Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me by John Donne

Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me by John Donne

Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste;I run to death, and death meets me as fast,And all my pleasures are like yesterday.I dare ...

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A Hymn To God The Father by John Donne

A Hymn To God The Father by John Donne

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run, And do run still, ...

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To His Mistress Going To Bed by John Donne

To His Mistress Going To Bed by John Donne

Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, Is tired with standing though they never ...

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Love’s Alchemy by John Donne

Love’s Alchemy by John Donne

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 told,But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,I ...

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A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy’s Day, Being The Shortest Day by John Donne

A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy’s Day, Being The Shortest Day by John Donne

'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 his flasks Send forth light squibs, no ...

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Elegy I: Jealousy by John Donne

Elegy I: Jealousy by John Donne

Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die,And yet complain'st of his great jealousy;If swol'n with poison, he lay in his last bed,His body with a sere-bark covered,Drawing ...

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The Canonization by John Donne

The Canonization by John Donne

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,Or chide my palsy, or my gout,My five grey hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout,With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve,Take ...

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Farewell To Love by John Donne

Farewell To Love by John Donne

Whilst yet to prove,I thought there was some deity in loveSo did I reverence, and gaveWorship, as atheists at their dying hourCall, what they cannot name, an unknown power,As ...

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The Broken Heart by John Donne

The Broken Heart by John Donne

He is stark mad, who ever says,That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so soon decays, But that it can ten in less space devour;Who will believe me, if I swearThat I ...

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A Valediction: Of Weeping by John Donne

A Valediction: Of Weeping by John Donne

Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whil'st I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear, And by this Mintage they are something worth, For thus they be ...

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Song by John Donne

Song by John Donne

Sweetest love, I do not go, For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can show A fitter love for me; But since that IMust die at last, 'tis bestTo use myself in ...

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The Ecstasy by John Donne

The Ecstasy by John Donne

Where, like a pillow on a bed A pregnant bank swell'd up to restThe violet's reclining head, Sat we two, one another's best.Our hands were firmly cemented With a fast ...

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From ‘the Cross’ by John Donne

From ‘the Cross’ by John Donne

Who can blot out the Cross, which th’instrument Of God, dew’d on me in the Sacrament? Who can deny me power, and liberty To stretch mine arms, and mine own Cross to be? Swim, ...

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A Jet Ring Sent by John Donne

A Jet Ring Sent by John Donne

Thou art not so black as my heart, Nor half so brittle as her heart, thou art ; What would'st thou say ? shall both our properties by thee be spoke, —Nothing more endless, nothing ...

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The Paradox by John Donne

The Paradox by John Donne

No Lover saith, I love, nor any otherCan judge a perfect Lover;Hee thinkes that else none can, nor will agreeThat any loves but hee;I cannot say I'lov'd. for who can sayHee was ...

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An Anatomy Of The World… by John Donne

An Anatomy Of The World… by John Donne

When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone, Whom all do celebrate, who know they have one (For who is sure he hath a soul, unless It see, and judge, and follow ...

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The Relic by John Donne

The Relic by John Donne

When my grave is broke up again Some second guest to entertain, (For graves have learn'd that woman head, To be to more than one a bed) And he that digs it, spiesA ...

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Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress by John Donne

Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress by John Donne

By our first strange and fatal interview,By all desires which thereof did ensue,By our long starving hopes, by that remorseWhich my words' masculine persuasive forceBegot in thee, ...

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Elegy Xviii: Love’s Progress by John Donne

Elegy Xviii: Love’s Progress by John Donne

Who ever loves, if he do not proposeThe right true end of love, he's one that goesTo sea for nothing but to make him sick.Love is a bear-whelp born: if we o'erlickOur love, and ...

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At The Round Earth’s Imagin’D Corners by John Donne

At The Round Earth’s Imagin’D Corners by John Donne

At the round earths imagin'd corners, blowYour trumpets, Angells, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberlesse infinitiesOf soules, and to your scattered bodies goe,All whom the ...

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The Bait by John Donne

The Bait by John Donne

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks. There will the ...

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Witchcraft By A Picture by John Donne

Witchcraft By A Picture by John Donne

I fix mine eye on thine, and therePity my picture burning in thine eye;My picture drowned in a transparent tear,When I look lower I espy.Hadst thou the wicked skillBy pictures ...

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Hym To God, My God In My Sickness by John Donne

Hym To God, My God In My Sickness by John Donne

Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, ...

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