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Donne, John

(Encyclopedia) Donne, JohnDonne, Johndŭn, dŏn, 1572–1631, English poet and divine. He is considered the greatest of the metaphysical poets. All of Donne's verse—his love sonnets and his religious…

Recommended Online Poetry Collections

Poetry resources and poetry in the public domain compiled by David Johnson Follow, poet, follow right To the bottom of the night, With your unconstraining voice Still persuade us…

John Donne: The Will

The Will Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, Great Love, some legacies; I here bequeath Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see; If they be blind, then, Love,…

John Donne: The Ecstacy

The EcstacyWhere, like a pillow on a bed, A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest The violet's reclining head, Sat we two, one another's best. Our hands were firmly cemented By…

John Donne: The Undertaking

The UndertakingI have done one braver thing Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is, to keep that hid. It were but madness now to impart…

John Donne: The Bait

The BaitCome live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines and silver hooks. There will the river whisp'ring run…

John Donne: A Fever

A FeverO! do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not celebrate, When I remember thou wast one. But yet thou canst not die, I know;…

John Donne: The Blossom

The Blossom Little think'st thou, poor flower, Whom I've watch'd six or seven days, And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise,…

Whitman, Sarah Helen (Power)

(Encyclopedia) Whitman, Sarah Helen (Power), 1803–78, American poet, b. Providence, R.I. In 1828 she married a Boston lawyer, John W. Whitman; after his death (1833) she returned to Providence and…

John Donne: The Canonization

The CanonizationFor God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love; Or chide my palsy, or my gout; My five gray hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout; With wealth your state, your mind…