Poems by John Donne
Love's Deity
... it cannot be Love, till I love her that loves me ...
The Bait
... And cut their legs with shells and weeds, ...
Elegy I: Jealousy
... for that is His realm, his castle, and his diocese ...
The Canonization
... With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve, ...
The Indifferent
... Or have you old vices spent, and now would find out others ...
A Valediction: Of Weeping
... Who e'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death ...
John Donne - The Paradox
... For though hee seeme to move, and stirre a while, ...
Woman's Constancy
... Bind but till sleep, death's image, them unloose ...
The Ecstasy
... we are The intelligences, they the spheres ...
The Apparition
... And thee, feigned vestal, in worse arms shall see ...
A Fever
... Thy beauty, and all parts, which are thee, ...
Holy Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Loved
... But though I have found thee, and thou my thirst hast fed, ...
The Prohibition
... Hate me, because thy love is too great for me ...
The Dream
... When thou knew'st what I dreamt, when thou knew'st when ...
Confined Love
... To smile where they list, or lend away their light ...
