Poems by John Donne
Elegy XV: A Tale of a Citizen and his Wife
... for my tale Nor count nor counsellor will look red or pale ...
Pyramus and Thisbe
... Slain, cruel friends, by parting have join'd here ...
Elegy XX: To His Mistress Going to Bed
... why than, What needst thou have more covering than a man ...
The Curse
... Anguish'd, not that 'twas sin, but that 'twas she ...
Phryne
... Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee, ...
A dialogue between Sir Henry Wootton and Mr. Donne
... [D.] Her heart, that weeps to hear of others' moan, ...
ElegyXI: The Bracelet
... As streams, like veins, run through th' earth's every part, ...
Holy Sonnet XV: Wilt Thou Love God
... 'Twas much, that man was made like God before, ...
Ralphius
... Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed ...
Resurrection, imperfect
... Whose body having walkd on earth, and now &emsp ...
Song: Soul's Joy, now I am gone
... This wonder to the vulgar prove, ...
The Blossom
... Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise, ...
To Sir Henry Wotton
... do not add Correctives, but, as chemics, purge the bad ...
To The Earl Of Doncaster
... Wit, whose one spark could make good things of bad ...
A Valediction of my Name in the Window
... Flings open this casement, with my trembling name, ...
