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JWartke: Ugh, I feel like shit, and I have to write something on John Donne and the Metaphysical poets before tomorrow. I'm just going to go for it right away this morning. Wish me luck - Hangover Be Not Proud!

writerthreads: "No man is an island, entire of itself." -John Donne "And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." -Roald Dahl

McalisterAndrew: Perhaps followed by John Donne’s sublime prayer: “Bring us, O Lord God, at our last awakening......”

philipbull: Mine was from Satire III by John Donne: "doubt wisely; in strange way To stand inquiring right, is not to stray; To sleep, or run wrong, is."

mickhumph: Such a shame. That's the last thing we will get from Brexit. "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main... Therefore, do not ask for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee." John Donne

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

BristOliver: I totally get the John Donne no man is an island thing, but can we not send some national newspaper columnists on a remedial numeracy course?

ivritophile: And a paper I co-wrote on John Donne's interpretation of Job 19:26 in the Use, Influence, and Impact of the Bible Section (12/3, 10 am - 12 pm) And hopefully to catching a few other sessions in between!

paulderokha: have you ever thought about how kissable young John Donne's lips were

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 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; Rockets 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

DelightingInGod: Holy Sonnet 14 Batter my heart, three-personed 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

curtismlynch: John Donne 1623

rsettles: ...me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send 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 proles unite, 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; Elmo 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

SouthWind_Blows: Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains call on us? John Donne

HilaryRSparkes: Before sprouts were banned by Oliver Cromwell for being joyous & ungodly, 28th Nov was the time to put them on to cook for Christmas. As John Donne wrote: "Boil your sprouts while ye may, So they be tender for our Lord's birthday"

JocelynDesreum1: Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we, In that the world's contracted thus; Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; ~ John Donné

MatureCarrie: “Licence my roving hands, and let them go Before, behind, between, above, below.” ― John Donne, The Complete English Poems

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

ThonTaddeo: HYMN TO GOD, MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by John Donne Since I am coming to that holy room, Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore, I shall be made thy music; as I come I tune the instrument here at the door, And what I must do then, think here before. 1/

metalpirate77: To paraphrase the immortal quote from John Donne "Ask not for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.." Fractures & deep fissures are appearing, what once was stable & sturdy as oak, is now as structurally sound & stable as a jelly table..(I'm a poet & didn't know it)

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

thescottbarber: 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

judydouglass417: A Melancholy Thanksgiving

instcrimjust: James John Westcott House: John Donne, Anne Donne, Done! And all, while on a ...

howellthink: because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. - John Donne, 1623

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

instcrimjust: James John Westcott House: Forensic Poetry: John Donne vs. John Dee by Countess Sigrid von Galen

udany: One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally. And death shall be no more, death, thou shalt die. - excerpt from Holy Sonnet X by John Donne, read by Emma Thompson in "Wit", song Spiegel im Spiegel by Arvo Pärt.

Soili12: Going with the Holy Sonnets and letting y’all know now that when we burn the colonizer canon I’m secreting away all the John Donne

profBPM: The beautiful epigraph, from which the book derives its title, is part of a meditation by the poet John Donne (rendered here in modern English).

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 feet are numb; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

timelapse95: John Donne personified.

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

ArthurLWood: I caught her reading John Donne. She’s agreed to help with my next YouTube video.

shayari: No man is an island. Meaning: No one is self-sufficient; everyone relies on others. Origin This saying comes from a sermon by the seventeenth-century English author John Donne. Source:

theidioms: No man is an island. Meaning: No one is self-sufficient; everyone relies on others. Origin This saying comes from a sermon by the seventeenth-century English author John Donne. Source:

whoisitAdele: That guy in your MFA ain't gon' be able to kill John Donne like me will.

AliceAvizandum: Also I should stress that trying to have a conversation with knowledge of Quranic Arabic is like trying to speak English only knowing John Donne

whoisitAdele: John Donne could have jumped it all, speculating in Trump tower.

yariiletkenim: john donne ifsa

hey_zaire: John Donne (1572-1631) “No Man is an Island”

nwh1019: "No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main." John Donne

SekinanLibrary: Sekinan Table: Of John Donne's For Whom the Bell Tolls Note and Note 2 added :: SRFL Essay

JWartke: John Donne, brilliant poet, and a master of the night-time liaison.

8smenotU: If yet I have not all thy love, love dear, I shall never have it all. -John Donne KUMULITAN WITH KAORHYS

AberdareStFagan: Today we give thanks for the life of John Donne, priest and poet of the 17th cent. Our prayer intention is for all theologians. In our parish we pray for all who live in Hafen Deg, Founders Row and Shop Houses.

SaleyhaKhan: “I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I did, till we loved” —John Donne

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

SwayTough: ...therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. --John Donne

martabelliti: “We live in a world where we have to hide to make love, while violence is practiced in broad daylight.” - John Lennon 25 novembre - Giornata contro la violenza sulle donne

SheilaSeaglass: The more education the more potential for brainwashing. We all are pained by, & puzzle over, people who are "so smart" but so stupid. Perhaps all are chosen by God but few choose Him back. I don't know why one body hast it while another does not. (John Donne loosely remembed.)

stmaryredcliffe: Poetry reading of the day John Donne's 'Death, be not proud' read by Richard Wallace, Junior Churchwarden. One of a series of poetry readings available via our Soundcloud channel

casey_anderson: In her very truly great manners of Johannes Brahms very heroically Sara Powell Haardt had very allegorically come amongst his very really grand men and women to Clarence Day, Jr., John Donne...

write4wellbeing: ‘Death is an ascension to a better library’. — John Donne

instcrimjust: James John Westcott House: Forensic Poetry: John Donne vs. John Dee by Countess Sigrid von Galen

instcrimjust: James John Westcott House: John Donne, Anne Donne, Done! And all, while on a sabbatical...

pesbo: “He who has no time to mourn/ has no time to mend” John Donne

ianmdo: (2/2) As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thine own Or of thine friend's were. 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.

OccamsBattleaxe: John Donne: No man is an island. Brexit: Hold my ale...

bromethazine: John Donne didn’t know shit about islands

tylergoodson91: “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.” -John Donne

instcrimjust: James John Westcott House: "To whom the Bell tolls" (John Donne): Even posthu...

instcrimjust: James John Westcott House: A Word, George Pell! You better listen to John Donne

JayCea1981: "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; Rockets 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

ldennison: "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent." ~ John Donne

LisaArltEscoto: No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. ~John Donne

miumismatic: No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. John Donne

fpchiro: No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. John Donne

bjg211: "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent." -John Donne

CeciliaQui1: "Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time. " John Donne.

disartDave: Dave's bot: "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. - John Donne

Kingshark49: Quote of The Day: "No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent." John Donne

mikibritton: No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent. -John Donne Beloved, if God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. -1 John 4:11

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 pears are chunked; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. — Sonnet 130

stephmarkham: From Meditation 17, John Donne. Wear a mask!

missayazs: John donne- flea?

cord7oba: No man is an island. (John Donne). Drawing: David Suter.

_kaealexis_: I’m so tired and hungry I accidentally grabbed my book thinking it was my phone and I started reading the first stanza of “The Flea” by John Donne

elibisme: I wonder my friends as I sit embroider a poem by John Donne on my quilt. Who would you add? What poem means something special to you. My favorite won’t make it on here except as a short quote. Cuz this is hard and an epic poem would be the end of me.

SaleyhaKhan: Aah John Donne Aah

ThisIsNotJardy: I imagine John Donne wrote with a permanent smirk

ThisIsNotJardy: Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee. //John Donne (in his bag/satchel)

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

DoubletEntendre: Watch "No Man is an Island - John Donne (Powerful Life Poetry)" on YouTube

carolfl04783255: "No man is an island" - " For Whom the Bell Tolls" by John Donne Poeme a...

DirectorZ5: “No man is an island entire to itself. Every man a part of the continent.” -John Donne

Elis99861802: No man is an Island entire of itself every man is part of the continent, a part of the main. Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee. ~ John Donne

OnlineWritersS1: Why is John Donne’s poetry not written in typical Elizabethan style, even though it was written in the Elizabethan era?

J_Zuckerman: INTERVIEWER: “What do you have that John Donne didn’t have 500 years ago?” TOBY MARTINEZ DE LAS RIVAS: “A dead God.”

ColonyMinds: CONNECTION You heard of the saying, "no [person] is an island"? Well the full quote by metaphysical poet, John Donne, goes, "no [person] is an island, entire of itself; every person Is a piece of the continent, a part of the main." In the context of survival, ....

GrandMAN1126: "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

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

susanoha: "Viva the Post Office. Let's save the Post Office and restore its prominence in American society."--Ralph Nader "More than kisses, letters mingle souls." John Donne I'm sending 4 letters today.

ArcherMail: The CCP will do this to us all if we don't stop them. "No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main Therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee" John Donne

ContraWarBlog: No man is an island. John Donne

scottedelman: It seems so wrong to feel relieved today's West Virginia daily COVID-19 deaths came in at "only" a single digit, because as John Donne wrote, any death diminishes me, but after days of double digit deaths, relief was what I felt.



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