Poems by John Donne
On Himself
... And think me well composed, that I could now ...
Holy Sonnet IV: Oh my black soul!
... Or wash thee in Christ's blood, which hath this might ...
To Mr. I. P.
... Heaven's sun, which stay'd so long from us this year, ...
The Paradox
... Love with excess of heat, more young than old, ...
To Sir Henry Wotton At His Going Ambassador To Venice
... Our good and great king's loved hand and fear'd name ...
Metempsycosis
... And thy fraile light being quenchd, shall long, long out live thee ...
Elegy XIX
... the kiss, Which at the face began, transplanted is, ...
Love's Infiniteness
... New growth, thou shouldst have new rewards in store ...
Hero and Leander
... Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drown'd ...
Niobe
... By children's births, and death, I am become ...
Ode
... That our souls no more than our eyes disclose ...
Fall of a Wall
... That had a town for tomb, his bones to hide ...
Elegy XVI: The Expostulation
... or must He first desire you false, would wish you just ...
Ascension
... O strong Ram, which hast batter'd heaven for me !&emsp ...
Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me
... By sin in it, which it towards hell doth weigh ...
