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").
The Ecstasy
Where, like a pillow on a bedA pregnant bank swell'd up to restThe violet's reclining head,Sat we two, one another's best.Our hands were firmly..
© John Donne
The Paradox
No Lover saith, I love, nor any otherCan judge a perfect Lover;Hee thinkes that else none can, nor will agreeThat any loves but hee;I cannot say..
© John Donne
An Anatomy Of The World...
When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone,Whom all do celebrate, who know they have one(For who is sure he hath a soul, unlessIt see, and..
© John Donne
Holy Sonnet Xiv: Batter My Heart
Batter my heart, three-personed God; for YouAs yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me,'and bendYour..
© John Donne
At The Round Earth's Imagin'D Corners
At the round earths imagin'd corners, blowYour trumpets, Angells, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberlesse infinitiesOf soules, and to your..
© John Donne
Woman's Constancy
Now thou hast loved me one whole day,Tomorrow when thou leav'st, what wilt thou say?Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? Or say that nowWe..
© John Donne
Hym To God, My God In My Sickness
Since I am coming to that holy room,Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore,I shall be made thy music; as I comeI tune the instrument here at..
© John Donne
Break Of Day
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?O wilt thou therefore rise from me?Why should we rise, because 'tis light?Did we lie down, because 'twas..
© John Donne
Elegy Xix: To His Mistress Going To Bed
Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,Until I labor, I in labor lie.The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,Is tired with standing though he..
© John Donne
Witchcraft By A Picture
I fix mine eye on thine, and therePity my picture burning in thine eye;My picture drowned in a transparent tear,When I look lower I espy.Hadst thou..
© John Donne
Holy Sonnet I: Thou Hast Made Me
Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste;I run to death, and death meets me as fast,And all my..
© John Donne
A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy's Day, Being The Shortest Day
'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's,Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks;The sun is spent, and now his flasksSend forth light..
© John Donne
Sweetest Love, I Do Not Go
Sweetest love, I do not go,For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter love for me;But since that IMust die at last, 'tis bestTo use..
© John Donne
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 floodShall be to me an emblem of thy..
© John Donne
A Valediction Of Weeping
Let me pour forthMy tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,And by this mintage they are something..
© John Donne
Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrowDie not..
© John Donne
A Lecture Upon The Shadow
Stand still, and I will read to theeA lecture, love, in love's philosophy.These three hours that we have spent,Walking here, two shadows wentAlong..
© John Donne
The Flea
Mark but this flea, and mark in this,How little that which thou deny'st me is;It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,And in this flea, our two bloods..
© John Donne
A Burnt Ship
Out of a fired ship, which by no wayBut drowning could be rescued from the flame,Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they cameNear the foes' ships..
© John Donne
A Fever
Oh do not die, for I shall hateAll women so, when thou art gone,That thee I shall not celebrate,When I remember, thou wast one.But yet thou canst not..
© John Donne
Daybreak
STAY, O sweet and do not rise!The light that shines comes from thine eyes;The day breaks not: it is my heart, Because that you and I must..
© John Donne
Go And Catch A Falling Star
Go and catch a falling star,Get with child a mandrake root,Tell me where all past years are,Or who cleft the devil's foot,Teach me to hear mermaids..
© John Donne
Confined Love
Some man unworthy to be possessorOf old or new love, himself being false or weak,Thought his pain and shame would be lesserIf on womankind he might..
© John Donne
Good Morrow
I wonder, by my truth, what thou and IDid, till we loved; were we not weaned till then,But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?Or snorted we in..
© John Donne
A Lame Beggar
I am unable, yonder beggar cries,To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
© John Donne