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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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Jealousy

... sionary spies,As the inhabitants of Thames' right sideDo London's mayor, or Germans the Pope's pride ...

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The Liar

... Thou in the fields walkst out thy supping hoursAnd yet thou swear'st thou hast supp'd like a king ...

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Love's Progress

... resists, so may that manWhich goes this empty and ethereal way,Than if at beauty's elements he stay ...

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Manliness

... Thou call'st me effeminate, for I love women's joys ...

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On His Mistress

... ce, nor in bed fright thy nurseWith midnight's startings, crying out, O, O,Nurse, O my love is slain ...

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The Perfume

... s, when ye fum'd on altars, were pleased well,Because you were burnt, not that they liked your smell ...

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[Recusancy]

... survey thee, and spyDeath in thy cheeks, and darkness in thine eye,Though hope bred faith and love ...

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Sir John Wingefield

... Beyond th'old pillers many have travailedTowards the suns cradle, and his throne, and bed ...

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Song ("Stay, O sweet, and do not rise")

... Stay, O sweet, and do not rise,The light that shines comes from thine eyes ...

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To Mr. S. B.

... rks of poetry, I, though I brought no fuel, had desire With these articulate blasts to blow the fire ...

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To Mr. T. W. [Pregnant again with th'old twins, Hope and Fear...]

... s case To be as gluttons, which say 'midst their meat, They love that best of which they most do eat ...

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To Sir Henry Wotton [Here's no more news, than virtue: I may as well...]

... mimic antics jest,Whose deepest projects and egregious gestsAre but dull morals of a game at chests ...

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To Sir Henry Wotton [Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls...]

... e suck'd all they had of worth,And brought home that faith which you carried forth,I thoroughly love ...

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To the Countess of Bedford [Madam, Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right...]

... His factor for our loves, do as you do,Make your return home gracious, and bestow This life on that ...

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To the Countess of Bedford [To have written then, when you writ, seem'd to me ...]

... tyrants, could removeThese not engraved, but inborn dignities,Caskets of souls, temples and palaces ...