Poems by John Donne
Holy Sonnets: At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
... Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you whose eyes ...
Holy Sonnets: Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
... By sin in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh ...
The Anniversary
... When bodies to their graves, souls from their graves remove ...
Holy Sonnets: Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
... But though I have found thee, and thou my thirst hast fed, ...
A Burnt Ship
... They in the sea being burnt, they in the burnt ship drown'd ...
Satire III
... last, Flesh (itself's death) and joys which flesh can taste, ...
Holy Sonnets: I am a little world made cunningly
... Have found new spheres, and of new lands can write, ...
The Relic
... Perchance might kiss, but not between those meals ...
To His Mistress Going to Bed
... why then What needst thou have more covering than a man ...
Love's Alchemy
... Sweetness and wit, they'are but mummy, possess'd ...
An Anatomy of the World
... and then Both beasts and plants, curs'd in the curse of man ...
Oh my blacke Soule! now thou art summoned
... Or wash thee in Christ's blood, which hath this might ...
A Self Accuser
... you ; 'Tis strange that she should thus confess it, though 't be true ...
The Undertaking
... When he which can have learn'd the art ...
To The Lady Magdalen Herbert, Of St. Mary Magdalen
... That she once knew, more than the Church did know, ...
