Poems by John Donne
Satire IV
... " He, like to a high-stretch'd lute-string, squeak'd, "O sir, ...
Lovers' Infiniteness
... And all my treasure, which should purchase thee&mdash ...
Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners
... Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes ...
Holy Sonnets: If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
... That thou remember them, some claim as debt ...
Holy Sonnets: This is my play's last scene
... Then, as my soul to'heaven, her first seat, takes flight, ...
The Calm
... Earth's hollownesses, which the world's lungs are, ...
The Character Of The Bore
... His clothes were strange, though coarse, and black, though bare ...
Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward
... And tune all spheares at once peirc'd with those holes ...
Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn
... Put forth, put forth, that warm balm-breathing thigh, ...
Elegy VII: Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love
... s force And leave him then, being made a ready horse ...
Break of Day (another of the same)
... Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither ...
A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day
... All others, from all things, draw all that's good, ...
A Lecture upon the Shadow
... And to brave clearness all things are reduc'd ...
Elegy XVIII
... Where their fair-spreading streams run wide and clear ...
Song: Sweetest love, I do not go
... When thou sigh'st, thou sigh'st not wind, ...
