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Born in January 22, 1572 / Died in March 31, 1631 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by John Donne

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Elegy XIV: Julia

... To repeat The monstrous fashions how, were alive to eat ...

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Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus

... I confess I should have had more faith, if thou hadst less ...

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A Jet Ring Sent

... Be justly proud, and gladly safe, that thou dost dwell with me ...

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Translated Out Of Gazaeus, "Vota Amico Facta," Fol. 160

... God grant thee thine own wish, and grant thee mine ...

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Elegy XII

... Dives, when thou saw'st bliss, and craved'st to touch ...

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The Anagram

... ee,Which forced by business, absent oft must be,She, whose face, like clouds, turns the day to night ...

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The Autumnal

... n natural is, may stillMy love descend, and journey down the hill,Not panting after growing beauties ...

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The Bracelet

... marriageAfflict thee, and at thy life's latest momentMay thy swollen sins themselves to thee present ...

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Cales and Guyana

... If you from spoil of th'old worlds farthest endTo the new world your kindled valors bend,What brave examples then do prove it trueThat one things end doth still begin a new. ...

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The Comparison

... rent sacrifice,And such in searching wounds the surgeon is,As we, when we embrace, or touch, or kiss ...

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Epitaph on Himself

... miracle enjoySuch privileges, enabled here to scaleHeaven, when the trumpet's air shall them exhale ...

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The Fever

... y this, Nor long bear this torturing wrong,For more corruption needful is, To fuel such a fever long ...

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His Picture

... hat which in him was fair and delicate,Was but the milk, which in love's childish stateDid nurse it ...

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A Hymne to Christ, at the Authors last going into Germany

... t light:To see God only, I goe out of sight: And to scape stormy dayes, I chuse An Everlasting night ...

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[Image and Dream]

... w is grown too great and good for me:Honours oppress weak spirits, and our sense Strong objects dull ...