Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
To Mr.T.W.
PREGNANT again with th' old twins, Hope and Fear,Oft have I asked for thee, both how and whereThou wert ; and what my hopes of letters were ;As in..
© John Donne
Satire V
Thou shalt not laugh in this leafe, Muse, nor theyWhom any pity warmes; He which did layRules to make Courtiers, (hee being understoodMay make good..
© John Donne
Ralphius
Compassion in the world again is bred ;Ralphius is sick, the broker keeps his bed.
© John Donne
To The Countess Of Bedford Ii
TO have written then, when you writ, seem'd to meWorst of spiritual vices, simony ;And not to have written then seems little lessThan worst of civil..
© John Donne
To The Praise Of The Dead And The Anatomy
VVEll dy'de the World, that we might liue to seeThis World of wit, in his Anatomee:No euill wants his good: so wilder heyres;Bedew their Fathers..
© John Donne
Satire Ii
Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hatePerfectly all this towne, yet there's one stateIn all ill things so excellently best,That hate, towards..
© John Donne
To Mr. Rowland Woodward
LIKE one who in her third widowhood doth professHerself a nun, tied to retiredness,So affects my Muse, now, a chaste fallowness.Since she to few, yet..
© John Donne
To Mr.I.L.
OF that short roll of friends writ in my heart,Which with thy name begins, since their depart,Whether in th' English provinces they be,Or drink of..
© John Donne
To The Lady Magdalen Herbert, Of St. Mary Magdalen
HER of your name, whose fair inheritanceBethina was, and jointure Magdalo,An active faith so highly did advance,That she once knew, more than the..
© John Donne
Upon The Translation Of The Psalms By Sir Philip Sidney And The Countess Of Pembroke, His Sister
ETERNAL God—for whom who ever dareSeek new expressions, do the circle square,And thrust into straight corners of poor witThee, who art cornerless and..
© John Donne
Epithalamion Made At Lincoln's Inn
IHAIL sun-beams in the east are spread ;Leave, leave, fair bride, your solitary bed ;No more shall you return to it alone ;It nurseth sadness, and..
© John Donne
To Sir Henry Wotton At His Going Ambassador To Venice
AFTER those reverend papers, whose soul isOur good and great king's loved hand and fear'd name ;By which to you he derives much of his,And, how he..
© John Donne
Temple
With His kind mother, who partakes thy woe,Joseph, turn back ; see where your child doth sit,Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit,Which..
© John Donne
To The Countess Of Bedford I
MADAM—Reason is our soul's left hand, faith her right ;By these we reach divinity, that's you ;Their loves, who have the blessing of your light,Grew..
© John Donne
Elegy Xii
COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I oweAre paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.But Chance from you all sovereignty hath got ;Love woundeth..
© John Donne
Phryne
Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee,Only in this, that you both painted be.
© John Donne
The Harbinger
to the Progresse.TWo soules moue here, and mine (a third) must mouePaces of admiration, and of loue;Thy soule (Deare Virgin) whose this tribute..
© John Donne
Elegy Xi: The Bracelet
Upon the Loss of His Mistress’s Chain, for Which He Made SatisfactionNOT that in colour it was like thy hair,For armlets of that thou mayst let me..
© John Donne
The Annunciation And Passion
TAMELY, frail body, abstain to-day ; to-dayMy soul eats twice, Christ hither and away.She sees Him man, so like God made in this,That of them both a..
© John Donne
Valediction To His Book
I'LL tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt doTo anger destiny, as she doth us ;How I shall stay, though she eloign me thus,And how posterity..
© John Donne
Niobe
By children's births, and death, I am becomeSo dry, that I am now mine own sad tomb.
© John Donne
Celebrate Poetry
Poems are treasures, pure and bright,They make the world a warm delight.They tell of love, of hope, of fun,Of shining stars and the golden sun.On..
© World Poetry Day
Poems in Nature
Leaves that fall, and rivers flow,Poems capture what we know.The sun that rises, the moon at night,The stars that twinkle with soft light.Poems tell..
© World Poetry Day
Rhythm and Rhyme
Rhyme and rhythm, words that play,Poems can brighten any day.They tell of dreams both big and small,And help us feel connected to all.On March the..
© World Poetry Day
The Power of Words
Words are magic, full of light,They guide us gently through the night.Poems turn feelings into song,They help us know where we belong.On Poetry Day..
© World Poetry Day