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whoisitAdele: Take my larceny to your new lover. Truncate John Donne cuter.

gagandeeprangi1: 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

menetteobrique: Keep us, Lord, so awake in the duties of our calling that we may sleep in thy peace and wake in thy glory. - John Donne

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

quote_dark: "Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail." - John Donne

BrianGeorge87: I Am an Island John Donne, especially in these days of creeping fascism in the UK.

wzurek46: Go And Catch A Falling Star (John Donne 1572-1631 / song arrangement)

DeytonBrewer: “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…” - “No Man Is An Island” by John Donne

o58395: No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.,John Donne,Grace, Spring, Summer ,

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

teamhearttouch: “No Man is an Island” by John Donne “It’s a small world” is a commonly used phrase. No matter how big the world seems, the relationships individuals develop with one another makes the great world seem a little less intimidating.

Kulambq: Two small parts of Harold Bloom's vast personal library. It warms my heart to see Keats take the centre stage. Shelley at his side, as appropriate. Books on Ruskin. Rabelais. John Donne. Kant. Milton, etc. So many books still unread. The well of wisdom ever expanding and growing.

nerdrium: I asked Alexa the name of the wife of "Poet John Donne." She said "Poet John Dunn is married to Chrissy Teagen."

moreauax: «No man is an island, entire of itself»

anubhavdwived12: Yedda John Fay Donne Michael Albert

Tea14616406: “Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.” -john donne

Fr_h1198: Yedda John Fay Donne Michael Albert

e128cb0ea1c34fb: Yedda John Fay Donne Michael Albert

PrsdntRaygun: AI-generated Tool cover of John Donne when

whoisitAdele: Your one night stand ain't gon' be able to freeze a bug Pokemon like John Donne will.

imtaariq: "She is all states and all princes, I, Nothing else is." ~ John donne, The Sunne Rising

Biloshytsky: British Challenger 2 tanks are already in Ukraine. We thank Great Britain, which was one of the first countries to respond with help. “No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent...” John Donne

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

uhwuhna: It can quote famous John Donne poems verbatim but makes up stuff for anything not well represented in its corpus.

davidbunce: So far my takeaway from reading is that if you are a theologian trained in textual criticism and wanting a career change, John Donne studies has a [pil]e of man[u]scripts for you

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Phone booth 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

CAloPB0: No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. ❤️ John Donne (1572 - 1631)

aniruddhank: "If you mean experiments in contemporary novels, I haven’t got to them yet; there’s too much old stuff I’m anxious to get through first. I find it more nutritious, not to say emetical, to my poetic imagination to read Thomas Hoccleve, Heinrich Heine, or John Donne."

aliterarybot: The whole world's sap is sunk —John Donne, 'A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day'

_loryaz_: Le moment ou Arthur donne son chapeau a John

dawnmnevills: Van Morrison - Rave On John Donne

whoisitAdele: John Donne ain't gon' be able to purchase sad Ben Affleck like Crazy Eyes will.

etechne: For my fellow Lentventurers: John Donne, Agnes Pelton, Sabrina Hew and Nozla Lisah.

colinmcenroe: Why do we do these episodes? Because I like the unpredictability of our listeners. I mean, the first call was about John Donne! How do you prepare for that?

notaunitofmass: Music by Pelham Humfrey (1647-74), text by John Donne (1571/72-1631)

TonyReinke: John Donne: “Come Lord Jesus, come quickly to the consummation of that kingdom which thou hast purchased for us, with the inestimable price of thine incorruptible blood.”

whoisitAdele: What's up, it's John Donne. Somebody's been contemplating if after all these weeks you'd like to watch reruns of the Weakest Link.

mjhousiaux12: “The Computation” by John Donne

allmostsober: song on her phone. I fell asleep on her lap. next mrng the sun beams fell on through the window grill on Tabu's cheeks & disturbing her sleep; I abused the sun in john donne's voice: "busy old fool, unruly sun, why dost thou thus, through windows, & through curtains call on us?

mthr_jo: Really enjoyed Katherine Rundell’s “Super-Infinite: The transformations of John Donne.” A lot that was new to me, too.

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Elmo 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

Jeremy_boypoet: Elegy IX: The Autumnal by John Donne

azforeman: Btw here's a poem by John Donne written in Donne's own hand (the only poem so preserved). Note the lines: "So ys the Blood sometymes; who ever ran To Danger unimportund, hee was than No better then a Sanguine vertuous man." Here the adverb is spelled <than> rhyming with "man"…

kasandra99ehk: The Sermons of John Donne, Volume IV (Sermons of John Donne, 4) DO0UTL8

profontheright: Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. John Donne, “Holy Sonnets”

KSARshelter: John and Donne are puppy besties!

TheAlexSylvian: When John Donne said Ask Not for Whom the Bell Tolls it Tolls For Thee this is what he was talking about

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Phone booth 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

Loydie_02: CHOWKINGSummer WithMAYMAY Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. -John Donne

swdoherty: Annunciation (John Donne) Salvation to all that will is nigh; That All, which always is all everywhere, Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear, Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die, Lo, faithful virgin, yields Himself to lie

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 mum is stunned; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

anu1122: "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" John Donne

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

EWTN: Salvation to all that will is nigh; That All, which always is All everywhere, Which cannot sin, and yet all sins must bear, Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die, So, faithful Virgin, yields himself to lie... By John Donne Read the rest:

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 cat is drunk; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

callmeskillage: "No man is an island. " - John Donne

SerpicoDet: ‘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; John Donne

SerpicoDet: “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: John Donne could have replied it all, contemplating in the cop car.

TGBelt: “Except God, man is a diminutive to nothing…[T]he whole world has nothing to which something in man does not answer…O miserable abundance, O beggarly riches!” (John Donne)

PEMcCullough: John Donne has been *seen*.

TGBelt: “Every night’s bed is a type of the grave.” (John Donne)

kghimire1: Betray, kind husband, thy spouse to our sights, And let mine amorous soul court thy mild dove, Who is most true and pleasing to thee then When she’s embraced and open to most men. ~John Donne

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Elmo 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

LentMadness: In the last battle of the week, it’s Chief Seattle vs. John Donne. Yesterday, Jonathan Daniels sailed past Josephine Bakhita 72% to 28% to advance to the Saintly Sixteen against Florence Li Tim-Oi. Vote now!

whoisitAdele: John Donne ain't gon' be able to cook YHWH like Zeus will.

bombaylychee: Rave on John Donne

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 cat is drunk; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

derrick_helton: Because I am involved in mankind, And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.” “No Man Is An Island” by John Donne

citruscapybara: i want whatever john donne was on while writing the holy sonnets

KBrownHistorian: “Age is a sicknesse, and Youth is an ambush.” John Donne experienced it all: Catholic recusant in his youth at Hart Hall, Oxford, lawyer at Lincolns Inn, privateer, man about town, lover, Metaphysical poet & Anglican Dean of St Paul’s, ever conscious that death itself should die.

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

allergicto_milk: john donne, his poems honestly i'm getting around to fr

larryagross: When a man describes a woman's power over him he usually only ends up idealizing his own powers of description. And only a few of them are aware of it, see Bob Dylan, John Donne.

cryptotone45: send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee. - John Donne

whoisitAdele: John Donne could have picked it all, raving in the studio.

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Elmo 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

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

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

PeterLeyland12: We, slapdash chaotic humanity persistently underestimate our effect on other people: it is our necessary lie but he refuses to tell it. In a world so harsh and beautiful it is from each other that we must find purpose, else there is none to be had Katherine Rundell - John Donne

John__Phipps: Have been working my way through John Donne's sermons from the mid 1620s. Masterpiece after masterpiece!

WaterstonesAlty: Winner of the 2022 Baille-Gifford prize for non-fiction, Katherine Rundell's Super-Infinite chronicles poet John Donne's personas, misadventures and exploits with verve and wit. Hugely popular in hardback, it's now out in paperback...and on buy one get one half price too!

whoisitAdele: Hola, it's John Donne. Somebody's been thinking if after all these ages you'd like to give me your advice.

champagnzee: I spent an hour last night using my, “No Man Is An Island” (John Donne) speech to convince the D&D party not to do something wildly stupid last night. I could be using my brain energy to pay taxes or clean my house.

nuveeena: John Donne: "If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical."

helenpringle: John Cornford: Last Mile to Huesca

GavinEdwards77: Projects funded from this include: - A new crossing outside Nunhead station - Cycle parking on Gordon Road - Westminster House Youth Club's Nunhead Neighbours project - New signage on the Acorn Estate - New security lights at Juniper House - John Donne School Community Gardening

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

whoisitAdele: Tennessee Williams ain't gon' be able to stretch John Donne like Poseidon and/or Triton will.

jmc_fire: Thoroughly enjoyed Katherine Rundell's crazy sprint through John Donne's life, times and works. It packs an astonishing amount of details within what is a relatively short book.

Millingtonpress: Today’s proper coffee in a mug emblazoned with wise words from John Donne: “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main…”

SONNETS_ON_NET: My mistress' eyes are nothing like John Donne; Ron's head 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

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

RealisticDemoc1: Sorry, “Suck on this John Donne”

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

bot_tsh: Somewhere, Bunny had heard that John Donne had been acquainted with Izaak Walton, and in some dim corridor of his mind this friendship grew larger and larger, until in his mind the two men were practically interchangeable.

rohan20qrpu: The Variorum Edition of the Poetry of John Donne, Volume 4 3: The Songs and Sonets: Part 3: Texts, Commentary, Notes, and Glo YAUVTZH

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

hell__is_here: Tell me where all past years are -John Donne

ejclarkius: Katherine Rundell’s ‘Super-Infinite: The Transformations of John Donne’ is spectacular. A paean to her hero, and this endlessly complex man; the book undoubtedly cements Rundell’s reputation as an author of rare talent, who wears her scholarship and writing ability lightly.



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