Who is John Donne

John Donne (/dʌn/ DUN; 22 January 1572 – 31 March 1631) was an English poet and cleric in the Church of England.

He is considered the pre-eminent representative of the metaphysical poets. His works are noted for their strong, sensual style and include sonnets, love poems, religious poems, Latin translations, epigrams, elegies, songs, satires and sermons. His poetry is noted for its vibrancy of language and inventiveness of metaphor, especially compared to that of his contemporaries. Donne's style is characterised by abrupt openings and various paradoxes, ironies and dislocations. These features, along with his frequent dramatic or everyday speech rhythms, his tense syntax and his tough eloquence, were both a reaction against the smoothness of conventional Elizabethan...
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John Donne Poems

  • 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 flood
    Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood; ...
  • Holy Sonnet X
    Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
    Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
    For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
    Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. ...
  • Good Friday
    (Riding Westward.)

    Let man's soule be a spheare, and then in this
    The intelligence that moves devotion is; ...
  • From -the Cross-
    Who can blot out the Cross, which thâ??instrument
    Of God, dewâ??d on me in the Sacrament?
    Who can deny me power, and liberty
    To stretch mine arms, and mine own Cross to be? ...
  • Good Morrow
    I wonder, by my truth, what thou and I
    Did, till we loved; were we not weaned till then,
    But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
    Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den? ...
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Top 10 most used topics by John Donne

I Love You 112 Love 112 Death 63 Soul 63 Good 62 God 61 Holy 54 World 53 Sonnet 48 Life 45


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  • Sonnets_on_net: my mistress' eyes are nothing like john donne; deadpool is far more red than her lip's red; if all must die, why then her feet are numb; if hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — sonnet 130
  • Sonnets_on_net: my mistress' eyes are nothing like john donne; deadpool is far more red than her lip's red; if chips be fried, why then her feet are numb; if hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — sonnet 130
  • Sonnets_on_net: my mistress' eyes are nothing like john donne; ketchup is far more red than her lip's red; if proles unite, why then her mum is stunned; if hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — sonnet 130
  • Wanderingmag23: batter my heart, three-person'd god, for you as yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; that i may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. - john donne
  • I2i3i4i5i6i7: >john donne’s ‘homopoetics’
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John Milton Poem
On The Morning Of Christs Nativity
 by John Milton

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This is the Month, and this the happy morn
Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring;
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release,
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