Poems by John Donne
Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On?
... Whose whole kind you might swallow and feed upon ...
The Dissolution
... A latter bullet may o'ertake, the powder being more ...
Elegy VIII: The Comparison
... Like to the fatal ball which fell on Ide,Or that whereof God had such jealousy, ...
Holy Sonnet XV: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest
... His stol'n stuff sold, must lose or buy 't again: ...
Holy Sonnet VIII: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified
... Then turn, O pensive soul, to God, for he knows best ...
Elegy II: The Anagram
... She, whose face, like clouds, turns the day to night ...
Holy Sonnet XVI: Father, Part Of His Double Interest
... This Lamb, whose death with life the world hath blest, ...
Elegy VI
... Though hope bred faith and love: thus taught, I shall, ...
Elegy VII
... Must I alas Frame and enamel plate, and drink in glass ...
Love's Exchange
... Can call vow'd men from cloisters, dead from tombs, ...
Hymn to God, My God, in my Sickness
... All straits, and none but straits, are ways to them, ...
To Mr. Rowland Woodward
... for as Men force the sun with much more force to pass, ...
To The Countess Of Bedford II
... That stones, worms, frogs, and snakes in man are seen ...
To Sir Henry Wotton II
... At court,though from court were the better style ...
Elegy XIII: His Parting From Her
... Strike them, their house, their friends, their favourites all ...
