I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or move; if he say true, he lies.
John Donne's standing as a great English poet, and one of the greatest writers of English prose, is now assured. However, it has been confirmed only in the present century. The history of Donne's reputation is the most remarkable of any major writer in English; no other body of great poetry has fallen so far from favor for so long and been generally condemned as inept and crude. In Donne's own day his poetry was highly prized . . .
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Poems by John Donne
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More poems by John Donne (49 poems)
- A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning
- A Valediction: of Weeping
- Air and Angels
- An Anatomy of the World
- Break of Day
- Elegy IX: The Autumnal
- Elegy V: His Picture
- Elegy VII: Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love
- Good Friday, 1613. Riding Westward
- Holy Sonnets: At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow
- Holy Sonnets: Batter my heart, three-person'd God
- Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
- Holy Sonnets: I am a little world made cunningly
- Holy Sonnets: If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
- Holy Sonnets: Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear
- Holy Sonnets: Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- Holy Sonnets: This is my play's last scene
- Holy Sonnets: Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
- Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness
- Love's Alchemy
- Love's Deity
- Love's Growth
- Lovers' Infiniteness
- Of the Progress of the Soul: The Second Anniversary
- Satire III
- Song: Go and catch a falling star
- Song: Sweetest love, I do not go
- The Anniversary
- The Apparition
- The Bait
- The Calm
- The Canonization
- The Dream
- The Ecstasy
- The Expiration
- The Flea
- The Funeral
- The Good-Morrow
- The Indifferent
- The Relic
- The Sun Rising
- The Triple Fool
- To His Mistress Going to Bed
- Woman's Constancy