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 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
At The Round Earth's Imagin'D Corners
At the round earths imagin'd corners, blowYour trumpets, Angells, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberlesse infinitiesOf soules, and to your..
© John Donne
Woman's Constancy
Now thou hast loved me one whole day,Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say?Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? Or say that nowWe..
© John Donne
Hym To God, My God In My Sickness
Since I am coming to that holy room,Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore,I shall be made thy music; as I comeI tune the instrument here at..
© John Donne
Break Of Day
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?O wilt thou therefore rise from me?Why should we rise, because 'tis light?Did we lie down, because 'twas..
© John Donne
Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,Until I labor, I in labor lie.The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,Is tired with standing though he..
© John Donne
Witchcraft By A Picture
I fix mine eye on thine, and therePity my picture burning in thine eye;My picture drowned in a transparent tear,When I look lower I espy.Hadst thou..
© John Donne
Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me
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
A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being The Shortest Day
'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;The sun is spent, and now his flasksSend forth light..
© John Donne
Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go
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
A Hymn To Christ At The Author's Last Going Into Germany
In what torn ship soever I embark,That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;What sea soever swallow me, that floodShall be to me an emblem of thy..
© John Donne
A Valediction Of Weeping
Let me pour forthMy tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,And by this mintage they are something..
© John Donne
Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrowDie not..
© John Donne
A Lecture Upon The Shadow
Stand still, and I will read to theeA lecture, love, in love's philosophy.These three hours that we have spent,Walking here, two shadows wentAlong..
© John Donne
The Flea
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,How little that which thou deny'st me is;It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,And in this flea, our two bloods..
© John Donne
A Burnt Ship
Out of a fired ship, which by no wayBut drowning could be rescued from the flame,Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they cameNear the foes' ships..
© John Donne