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SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Ron's head is far more red than her lip's red; If chips be fried, why then her cat is drunk; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

NBABeau: We live in an age of harsh prose so I want to leave you with a bit of poetry tonight. From "No Man is an Island" "Any man’s death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind, And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee." -John Donne

whoisitAdele: Your dead grandmother ain't gon' be able to praise Gunter like John Donne will.

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angstential: John Donne never got to see how happy dogs look when they look up at the ceiling and see a fan in motion and it shows

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Ketchup is far more red than her lip's red; If chips be fried, why then her money's gone; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

whoisitAdele: John Donne could have reminded it all, informing in the deep.

ClarkeMicah: 2/2 ...‘The waters of rest, they flow from this good master, and flow into him again; all knowledge that begins not, and ends not with his glory, is but a giddy, but a vertiginous circle, but an elaborate and exquisite ignorance’. John Donne, Sermon XIV

HFDCathedral: Evensong Webcast | Friday 29 May Today’s webcast includes the fauxbouordon canticles by Percy Whitlock and Wiliam Harris’s beautiful anthem for double choir, Bring us, O Lord God, which sets words by John Donne. Listen here >>

Goth_Bharaai: John Donne was horny

DaleGentryMN: “Any man’s death deminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind” John Donne

john_gibbs48: Donne Dumbass says he will shot protesters when the looting begins. If the cops are not arrested, tried and convicted, the protesting will increase and if Trump shoots the protesters, our nation will go up in flames due to Dumbass Donnie and his sidekick Billy Barr.

QPORIT: For Larry Kramer, for the victims of COVID-19, here's what John Donne said in 1624 >> //youtu.be/HKWVgVELBmI >> QPORIT XR Daily News (May 25, 2020) >>

imaginativecons: “Ascension” (poem by John Donne)

WinstonElliott3: “Ascension” (poem by John Donne)

SimonDuring: John Donne, Paradoxes and Problems.The literary paradox was a short essay on topics like “That nature is our worst guide”, and the literary problem was a short essay on questions like “Why is there more variety of Greene, then of other Colours?” Not for the general reader today?

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Rockets is far more red than her lip's red; If chips be fried, why then her essay's done; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

UmairJavedTMT: "No man is an island, entire of itself...Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." John Donne, reminding us that what unites us is our vulnerability.

somequotesbot: "What if this present were the world's last night?" - John Donne

SciMedPartners: John Donne, 16th Meditation: 'No man is an island, entire of itself. . . .Now, this bell tolling softly for another, says to me: it tolls for thee." 100,000 Americans have lost their lives. We are our brother's keeper.

LadyHamilton84: I have long affirmed Tennyson as my second favorite English poet (he yields only to John Donne), but I must say Geoffrey Bache Smith is giving him competition. One wonders what he would have become had he survived the Great War.

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 money's gone; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

ShobiYoganathan: But he turned my e m Ashford from John Donne to the Sikh guy in English patient

SelebNews: Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. - John Donne

NeemaSeguya: No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. - John Donne

chrispierceterr: En palabras de John Donne, “no man is an island”.

ChantelRosario: : ‘As West and East / In all flatt Maps—and I am one—are one, / So death doth touch the Resurrection.’  John Donne

fxmimxhxr701: No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.-John Donne SinigangRamen NiFUMIYA

ArthurLWood: Uploading my favourite John Donne poem, Air and Angels. ‘The highest love is not merely physical, but a unity of disparate souls, possible through astral meditation’. I’ve found some truth in that recently; there are some perks to being socially distant.

whoisitAdele: Salutations, it's John Donne. Somebody's been thinking if after all these eons you'd like to turn nouns into verbs.

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

ArthurLWood: Air and Angels by John Donne. Published in 1633, but lines for all time.

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Ketchup is far more red than her lip's red; If Fendi shines, why then her pears are chunked; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

depundabledaily: looking forward to calling john donne a simp in my english presentation

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Phone booth is far more red than her lip's red; If Spidey flies, why then her feet are numb; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

Poem2Poem: No man is an island, / Entire of itself; / Every man is a piece of the continent, / A part of the main. - John Donne

whoisitAdele: Sing my sticky note to your new lover. Move John Donne older.

CathParks: No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; ... any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. - John Donne

SkipPrichard: “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of a continent, a part of the main." -John Donne

RahelJhirad: any man's death diminishes me John Donne, 1624

zueshan: Gotta stan a minister who speaks John Donne.

Darkxangel5: So this is in some way my fault. The words of John Donne ring in my head today. "Ask not for whom the bell tolls, the bell tolls for thee! No man is an island unto himself" we are all connected. When any of us let this happen without rage, and fury, we give leave for its return.

jnzekwe4: No man is an island entire of itself;every man is a part of the continent, a part of the main. John Donne please end Racism

Red_68: "Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men" - John Donne

Christo98603250: “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of a continent, a part of the main." -John Donne

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MarieThearose: I got: favorite authors Rainer Maria Rilke Mary Oliver Flannery O'Connor Louisa May Alcott John Donne Sandra Cisneros Comment and I will ask you a favorite.

Ralynn97966097: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” (John Donne)

dfgdeg: Nature's great masterpiece, an elephant John Donne

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Elmo is far more red than her lip's red; If Fendi shines, why then her mum is stunned; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

livlongdieshort: John Donne’s famous lines: “No man is an island … ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee” is a gripping acknowledgement of this collective sense of humanity.

sylwylvia: Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee. - John Donne

FeinsteinKen: This is one of the most important things you will ever read. From 1618. Henry Goodyere. John Donne’s close friend. When you know you know. Those are swans.

DSenasi: Tonight John Donne resonates in so many directions, all of them marked by sorrow: "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, 1/

rochellels: "Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee” John Donne “Meditações”

DavenantInst: Donne's early verse reveals a crisis over the nature of true religion and the church; his preaching and later verse evidence an eventual embrace of Reformed Anglicanism as continuous with the catholic faith.

MannyPearce: sharing some lines of prose by John Donne, presented as a poem. Donne lived 400 years ago “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. ​ If a clod be washed…

ivolazarevitch: “License my roving hands, and let them go before, behind, between, above, below” John Donne

ish_ebooks: side effect of her weight directly on my morning commute. Strong John Donne For Whom the Bell Tolls feelings.

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Elmo is far more red than her lip's red; If proles unite, why then her pears are chunked; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

ANKL0815: john donne? more like john im done with your SHIT

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Rockets is far more red than her lip's red; If sonnets rhyme, why then her money's gone; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

yasmeenchirps: Finishing my third book this weekend and this John Donne quotation was referenced.

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Ketchup is far more red than her lip's red; If Spidey flies, why then her pears are chunked; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

johnthelutheran: Haven't read this yet, but was struck by this line in the introduction: "Yet being intellectually convinced of Protestantism is one thing. Being emotionally convinced is another." Yes, yes: can relate.

BasiyaBhat: More than kisses, letters mingle souls. John Donne❤

whoisitAdele: Anybody ain't gon' be able to emulate John Donne like The jersey devil will.

Lhullier: "No man is an island, Entire of itself. Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. (...) Each man's death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee." For whom the bell tolls, by John Donne

ojoajogwumi: ..., a few verses penned by John Donne (and popularized by Hemingway) come to mind.

MaralynBurstein: When I leave my” mortal coil”and u kick urself for not paying me to handicap the charts pertaining to ur personal lives and families I will not be here!!!!!This sounds like. A poem by John. Donne!!!!!Hahaha! That do works....!

brownmp: It's is called Lutheranism. They are talking about Lutheranism. Another one for the "In American we just don't really exist" file.

RobMorningstar: Mr. President, Let us remember the wisdom of John Donne and the genius of Orson Welles this Memorial Day. Respectfully, Robert Morningstar

quickmuse: Been thinking all day about the phrase "incalculable loss." What is--what might be--a calculable loss? And then there's John Donne: "any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde."

whoisitAdele: An unregistered voter ain't gon' be able to decorate John Donne like an amoral centipede will.

GrandmaAB3: John Donne in his poetry centuries ago said that when you hear the funeral bell tolling, don't ask for whom it tolls; it tolls for all of us--the human family. May your Mom rest in peace and this Pandemic has caused agony, havoc and sadness on all of us--we feel your pain, too.

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Ketchup is far more red than her lip's red; If chips be fried, why then her cat is drunk; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

BasiyaBhat: And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night. John Donne❤

mikevwilley: “Come live with me, and be my love, and we will some new pleasures prove, of golden sands, and crystal brooks, with silken lines and silver hooks.” – John Donne

etxberria55: John Donne: Poems “For whom the bell tolls” | GradeSaver

orlasah: "Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone, Let maps to others, worlds on worlds have shown, Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one." John Donne

BlakandBlack: Take a geez my friends ... dumb whitefellas shit scared of progress. Progress is inclusive: white, black, yellow, red, etc ... Only those with small, you know, are scared of progress and inclusiveness ... “In that the world's contracted thus.” - John Donne

anniecholewa: Words for our time: “No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde.” John Donne

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Rockets is far more red than her lip's red; If Spidey flies, why then her essay's done; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

maureencawley: No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main... ...Any man's death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind, And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee. by John Donne

JimBethell: Today would have been Joseph Brodsky’s 80th birthday. So young! You can buy a copy of my Father’s translation of some Brodsky’s early works, which he published from our house as an early fan, here.

valkayec: 'No Man is an Island' - John Donne No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of

LULUBUNGAKU: O might those sighs and tears return again Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent, John Donne. "Holy Sonnet 3"

katster: "No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less..." John Donne had it right. We are lesser for all we have lost. And we deny that at our peril. END

jolimagic: "When thy inconsiderate hand Flings ope this casement, with my trembling name, To look on one, whose wit or land, New battery to thy heart may frame, Then think this name alive, and that thou thus In it offend’st my Genius." - John Donne.

DONGHAECFF: john donne ton point .

whoisitAdele: Barney ain't gon' be able to calm John Donne like Nancy Grace will.

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Ketchup is far more red than her lip's red; If Spidey flies, why then her mum is stunned; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

Predmoresj: Poem: "Ascension" by John Donne

LULUBUNGAKU: As due by many titles I resign Myself to thee, O God, first I was made By thee. John Donne. "Holy Sonnet 2"

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Rockets is far more red than her lip's red; If sonnets rhyme, why then her feet are numb; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

IvorGoodbody: Meditation XVII Devotions upon Emergent Occasions - John Donne, 1624 That is all for today.

fxmimxhxr701: Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.-John Donne FUMI 2ndYTChannel

h_x_m_i_525: 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.-John Donne FUMI 2ndYTChannel

jolimagic: "When thy inconsiderate hand Flings ope this casement, with my trembling name, To look on one, whose wit or land, New battery to thy heart may frame, Then think this name alive, and that thou thus In it offend’st my Genius." - John Donne

Rudderless_TRVL: QUOTE OF THE WEEK Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail. - John Donne Maybe It's just me but I feel like my palace turn into a jail once the lockdown started...



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