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").
The Prohibition
Take heed of loving me,At least remember, I forbade it thee;Not that I shall repair my unthrifty wasteOf breath and blood, upon thy sighs, and..
© John Donne
Elegy X: The Dream
Image of her whom I love, more than she,Whose fair impression in my faithful heartMakes me her medal, and makes her love me,As Kings do coins, to..
© John Donne
Holy Sonnet ?
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste,I run to death, and death meets me as fast,And all my..
© John Donne
Song
Sweetest love, I do not go,For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter love for me;But since that IMust die at last, 'tis bestTo use..
© John Donne
Holy Sonnet Xvii: Since She Whom I Loved
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debtTo Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,And her soul early into heaven ravished,Wholly on heavenly..
© John Donne
Song: Go And Catch A Falling Star
Go and catch a falling star,Get with child a mandrake root,Tell me where all past years are,Or who cleft the devil's foot,Teach me to hear mermaids..
© John Donne
The Triple Fool
I am two fools, I know—For loving, and for saying soIn whining poetry;But where's that wiseman that would not be I,If she would not deny?Then, as th'..
© John Donne
Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress
Who ever loves, if he do not proposeThe right true end of love, he's one that goesTo sea for nothing but to make him sick.Love is a bear-whelp born:..
© John Donne
Love's Deity
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,Who died before the god of love was born.I cannot think that he, who then lov'd most,Sunk so low as to..
© John Donne
Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress
By our first strange and fatal interview,By all desires which thereof did ensue,By our long starving hopes, by that remorseWhich my words' masculine..
© John Donne
The Dream
Dear love, for nothing less than theeWould I have broke this happy dream;It was a themeFor reason, much too strong for phantasy:Therefore thou..
© John Donne
Love's Alchemy
Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,Say, where his centric happiness doth lie;I have lov'd, and got, and told,But should I love, get..
© John Donne
The Relic
When my grave is broke up againSome second guest to entertain,(For graves have learn'd that woman head,To be to more than one a bed)And he that digs..
© John Donne
Love's Infiniteness
If yet I have not all thy love,Dear, I shall never have it all,I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move,Nor can entreat one other tear to fall,And..
© John Donne
A Litany
I.THE FATHER.FATHER of Heaven, and Him, by whomIt, and us for it, and all else for us,Thou madest, and govern'st ever, comeAnd re-create me, now..
© John Donne
The Bait
Come live with me, and be my love,And we will some new pleasures proveOf golden sands, and crystal brooks,With silken lines, and silver hooks.There..
© John Donne
Farewell To Love
Whilst yet to prove,I thought there was some deity in loveSo did I reverence, and gaveWorship, as atheists at their dying hourCall, what they cannot..
© John Donne
The Canonization
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,Or chide my palsy, or my gout,My five grey hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout,With wealth your state..
© John Donne
The Broken Heart
He is stark mad, who ever says,That he hath been in love an hour,Yet not that love so soon decays,But that it can ten in less space devour;Who will..
© John Donne
A Valediction: Of Weeping
Let me pour forthMy tears before thy face, whil'st I stay here,For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,And by this Mintage they are..
© John Donne
From ‘the Cross’
Who can blot out the Cross, which th’instrumentOf God, dew’d on me in the Sacrament?Who can deny me power, and libertyTo stretch mine arms, and mine..
© John Donne
The Ecstasy
Where, like a pillow on a bedA pregnant bank swell'd up to restThe violet's reclining head,Sat we two, one another's best.Our hands were firmly..
© John Donne
The Paradox
No Lover saith, I love, nor any otherCan judge a perfect Lover;Hee thinkes that else none can, nor will agreeThat any loves but hee;I cannot say..
© John Donne
An Anatomy Of The World...
When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone,Whom all do celebrate, who know they have one(For who is sure he hath a soul, unlessIt see, and..
© John Donne
Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for YouAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me,'and bendYour..
© John Donne