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Feb 23, 2016 · Here we’ve condensed the complete poetical works of John Donne into ten of his best-known and most celebrated poems. What is your favourite John Donne poem? And can you choose one classic Donne poem?
John Donne: The Complete English Poems, edited by A. J. Smith (Harmondsworth, U.K.: Penguin, 1971). Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, edited by Anthony Raspa (Montreal: McGill-Queen's University Press, 1975).
- The Flea. ‘The Flea’ by John Donne is the poet’s most famous poem. In it, he uses one of his brilliant conceits to convince his love to sleep with him. This poem is one of John Donne’s best-remembered.
- Death, be not Proud (Holy Sonnet 10) ‘Death, be not Proud’ by John Donne is one of the poet’s best poems about death. It tells the listener not to fear Death as he keeps morally corrupt company and only leads to Heaven.
- The Sun Rising. John Donne’s ‘The Sun Rising’ poignantly explores love’s timelessness, challenging the sun’s authority and highlighting love’s precedence over worldly concerns and duties.
- The Funeral. ‘The Funeral’ portrays a speaker’s detailed funeral wishes, particularly leaving a hair bracelet untouched, symbolizing enduring love and eventual entrapment.
Donne's work is characterized by its use of elaborate metaphysical conceits, dramatic and sensual style, and frequent use of paradox, irony, and satire. Donne's poetry explores a wide range of themes, including love, death, religion, and human nature.
- No Man Is An Island. No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. ... Read Poem.
- Death Be Not Proud. Death be not proud, though some have called thee. Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
- For Whom The Bell Tolls. PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he. knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so.
- A Hymn To God The Father. Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
To His Mistress Going to Bed. By John Donne. Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until I labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight, Is tir’d with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you ...
If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee. And now good-morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love, all love of other sights controls, And makes one little room an everywhere. Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
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