Poems by John Donne
A Licentious Person
... For, as thy sins increase, thy hairs do fall ...
Satire V
... Foole, twice, thrice, thou'hast bought wrong,'and now hungerly ...
Farewell to Love
... And thence, What before pleased them all, takes but one sense, ...
Love's Growth
... But mix'd of all stuffs, vexing soul, or sense, ...
Annunciation
... Taken from thence, flesh, which death's force may try ...
Upon The Translation Of The Psalms By Sir Philip Sidney And The Countess Of Pembroke, His Sister
... Make all this all three choirs, heaven, earth, and spheres ...
To Sir Henry Goodyere
... And make you ashamed to make your hawks' praise yours, ...
Antiquary
... To hang all old strange things, let his wife beware ...
Sweetest love, I do not go,
... When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind, ...
Holy Sonnets: Batter my heart, three-person'd God
... That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend ...
Of the Progress of the Soul: The Second Anniversary
... Elizabeth Drury, the incommodities of the soul in this her life, and her ...
A Valediction of the Book
... For, though mind be the heaven, where love doth sit, ...
Holy Sonnets: Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear
... Betray, kind husband, thy spouse to our sights, ...
A Lame Begger
... I am unable, yonder beggar cries, ...
Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
... Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, ...
