Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Be the Kind Voice
Online the words can cut like steel,Or lift a heart with gentle tone.We choose the way we make others feel,For every message stands alone.A joke can..
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Guard Your Key
Your password is your secret key,A gate that only you should know.Protect it well and carefully,Don’t let it slip or freely go.No birthdays, names..
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Elegy:The End Of Funeral Elegies
MADAM—That I might make your cabinet my tomb,And for my fame, which I love next my soul,Next to my soul provide the happiest room,Admit to that place..
© John Donne
Sonnet Cycle For Lady Magdalen
Her of your name, whose fair inheritanceBethina was, and jointure Magdalo:An active faith so highly did advance,That she once knew, more than the..
© John Donne
Elegy Xiv: Julia
Hark, news, O envy ; thou shalt hear descriedMy Julia ; who as yet was ne'er envied.To vomit gall in slander, swell her veinsWith calumny, that hell..
© John Donne
Nativity
Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb,Now leaves His well-belov'd imprisonment,There He hath made Himself to His intentWeak enough, now into the..
© John Donne
Pyramus And Thisbe
Two, by themselves, each other, love and fear,Slain, cruel friends, by parting have join'd here.
© John Donne
Elegy Xx (Alternate) Love's War
Till I have peace with thee, warr other Men,And when I have peace, can I leave thee then?All other Warrs are scrupulous; Only thou0 fayr free Citty..
© John Donne
The Blossom
LITTLE think'st thou, poor flower,Whom I've watch'd six or seven days,And seen thy birth, and seen what every hourGave to thy growth, thee to this..
© John Donne
Ode
I. VENGEANCE will sit above our faults ; but tillShe there do sit,We see her not, nor them. Thus blind, yet stillWe lead her way ; and thus, whilst..
© John Donne
Ascension
Salute the last and everlasting day,Joy at th' uprising of this Sun, and Son,Ye whose true tears, or tribulationHave purely wash'd, or burnt your..
© John Donne
Antiquary
If in his study he hath so much careTo hang all old strange things, let his wife beware.
© John Donne
An Obscure Writer
Philo with twelve years' study hath been grievedTo be understood ; when will he be believed?
© John Donne
Twickenham Garden
BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,Hither I come to seek the spring,And at mine eyes, and at mine ears,Receive such balms as else cure..
© John Donne
Love's Exchange
LOVE, any devil else but youWould for a given soul give something too.At court your fellows every dayGive th' art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or..
© John Donne
The Anniversary
ALL kings, and all their favourites,All glory of honours, beauties, wits,The sun it self, which makes time, as they pass,Is elder by a year now than..
© John Donne
Oh My Blacke Soule! Now Thou Art Summoned
Oh my black Soule! Now thou art summonedBy sicknesse, deaths herald, and champion;Thou art like a pilgrim, which abroad hath doneTreason, and durst..
© John Donne
Elegy Xvii: On His Mistress
By our first strange and fatal interview,By all desires which thereof did ensue,By our long starving hopes, by that remorseWhich my words masculine..
© John Donne
The Curse
Whoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knowsWho is my mistress, wither by this curse ;Him, only for his purseMay some dull whore to love dispose,And..
© John Donne
A Self Accuser
Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxethyou ;'Tis strange that she should thus confess it, though 't be true.
© John Donne
Love's Diet
To what a cumbersome unwieldinessAnd burdenous corpulence my love had grown,But that I did, to make it less,And keep it in proportion,Give it a diet..
© John Donne
To George Herbert,
SENT HIM WITH ONE OF MY SEALS OF THEANCHOR AND CHRIST.QUI prius assuetus serpentum fasce tabellasSignare, hæc nostræ symbola parva domus,Adscitus..
© John Donne
The Will
Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe,Great Love, some legacies ; I here bequeathMine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see ;If they be blind..
© John Donne
Love's Growth
I scarce believe my love to be so pureAs I had thought it was,Because it doth endureVicissitude, and season, as the grass ;Methinks I lied all..
© John Donne
A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family
ADOPTED in God's family and soOur old coat lost, unto new arms I go.The Cross—my seal at baptism—spread belowDoes, by that form, into an Anchor..
© John Donne