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Poems, By J. D. [i.e. John Donne]

With Elegies on the Authors Death
Donne, John (1572-1631)
  
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Hexastichon Bibliopolæ.
  
THE PROGRESSE OF THE SOULE.
  
HOLY SONNETS.
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EPIGRAMS.
  
Hero and Leander.
  
Pyramus and Thisbe.
  
Niobe.
  
A burnt ship.
  
Fall of a wall.
  
A lame begger.
  
A selfe accuser.
  
A licentious person.
  
Antiquary.
  
Disinherited.
  
Phryne.
  
An obscure writer.
  
Raderus.
  
Mercurius Gallo-Belgicus.
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[Elegies.]
 I. 
ELEGIE. I.
 II. 
Elegie II.
 III. 
Elegie III.
 IV. 
Elegie IV.
 V. 
Elegie V.
 VI. 
Elegie VI. [On the L. C.]
 VII. 
Elegie VII.
 VIII. 
Elegie VIII.
  
THE STORME.
  
THE CALME.
  
To Sr Henry Wotton.
  
The Crosse.
  
Elegie on the Lady Marckham.
  
Elegie on Mris Boulstred.
  
To Sr Henry Goodyere.
  
To Mr Rowland Woodward.
  
To Sr Henry Wootton.
  
To the Countesse of Bedford.
  
To the Countesse of Bedford.
  
To Sr Edward Herbert. at Iulyers.
  
To the Countesse of Bedford.
  
To the Countesse of Bedford.
  
To the Countesse of Huntingdon.
  
To M.I. W.
  
To M.T. W.
  
To M.T. W.
  
To M.C. B.
  
To M.S. B.
  
To M.B. B.
  
To M.R. W.
  
To M.I. L.
  
To M.I. P.
  
To E. of D. with six holy Sonnets.
  
To Sir H. W. at his going Ambassador to Venice.
  
To M.M. H.
  
To the Countesse of Bedford.
  
To the Countesse of Bedford.
  
A Letter to the Lady Carey, and Mrs Essex Riche, From Amyens.
  
To the Countesse of Salisbury. August, 1614.
  
An Epithalamion, Or mariage Song on the Lady Elizabeth, and Count Palatine being married on St. Valentines day.
  
ECCLOGUE.
  
[Thou art repriv'd old yeare, thou shalt not die]
  
Epithalamion made at Lincolnes Inne.
  
Obsequies to the Lord Harringtons brother. To the Countesse of Bedford.
  
Elegie. [The Comparison.]
  
The Autumnall.
  
Elegie. [The Dream.]
  
Elegie on Prince Henry.
  
Psalme 137.
  
Resurrection, imperfect.
  
An hymne to the Saints, and to Marquesse Hamylton.
  
An Epitaph upon Shakespeare.
  
Sapho to Philænis.
  
The Annuntiation and Passion.
  
Goodfriday, 1613. Riding Westward.
  
THE LITANIE.
  
[[The Message.]]
  
A nocturnall upon S. Lucies day, Being the shortest day.
  
Witchcraft by a picture.
  
[[The Bait.]]
  
The Apparition.
  
The broken heart.
  
A Valediction forbidding mourning.
  
The good-morrow.
  
Song.
  
Womans constancy.
  
[[The Undertaking.]]
  
The Sunne Rising.
  
The Indifferent.
  
Loves Vsury.
  
The Canonization.
  
The triple Foole.
  
Lovers infinitenesse.
  
Song.
  
The Legacie.
  
A Feaver.
  
Aire and Angels.
  
Breake of day.
  
The Anniversarie.
  
A Valediction of my name, in the window.
  
Twicknam garden.
  
Valediction to his booke.
  
[[Community.]]
  
Loves growth.
  
Loves exchange.
  
[[Confined Love.]]
  
The Dreame.
  
A Valediction of weeping.
  
Loves Alchymie.
  
The Flea.
  
The Curse.
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AN ANATOMIE OF THE WORLD.
  
To the praise of the dead, and the Anatomie.
  
An Anatomy of the World.
  
A Funerall Elegie.
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OF THE PROGRESSE OF THE SOULE.
  
The Harbinger to the PROGRESSE.
  
OF THE PROGRESSE OF THE SOULE.
  
The Extasie.
  
Loves Deitie.
  
Loves diet.
  
The Will.
  
The Funerall.
  
The Blossome.
  
The Primrose.
  
The Relique.
  
The Dampe.
  
The Dissolution.
  
A Ieat Ring sent.
  
Negative love.
  
The Prohibition.
  
The Expiration.
  
The Computation.
  
Elegie. [Death.]
  
Elegie to the Lady Bedford.
  
Elegie. [The Expostulation.]
  
[[The Paradox.]]
  
A Hymne to Christ, at the Authors last going into Germany.
  
The Lamentations of Ieremy, for the most part according to Tremelius.
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SATYRES.
 I. 
Satyre I.
 II. 
Satyre II.
 III. 
Satyre III.
 IIII. 
Satyre IIII.
 V. 
Satyre V.
  
A Hymne to God the Father
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Elegies upon the Author
  
TO THE MEMORIE OF MY EVER DESIRED FRIEND Dr. Donne
  
To the deceased Author, Upon the Promiscuous printing of his Poems, the Looser sort, with the Religious.
  
On the death of Dr Donne.
  
On Doctor Donne, By Dr C. B. of O.
  
An Elegie upon the incomparable Dr Donne.
  
An Elegie upon Dr Donne.
  
An Elegie upon the death of the Deane of Pauls, Dr. Iohn Donne: By Mr. Tho: Carie.
  
An Elegie on Dr. Donne: By Sir Lucius Carie.
  
On Dr. Donnes death: By Mr. Mayne of Christ-Church in Oxford.
  
Upon Mr J. Donne, and his Poems.
  
In memory of Doctor Donne: By Mr R. B.
  
Epitaph.
  
Epitaph upon Dr. Donne, By Endy: Porter.

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Psalme 137.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

I

By Euphrates flowry side
We did bide,
From deare Juda farre absented,
Tearing the aire with our cryes,
And our eyes,
With their streames his streame augmented.
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II

When, poore Syons dolefull state,
Desolate;
Sacked, burned, and inthrall'd,
And the Temple spoil'd, which wee
Ne'r should see,
To our mirthlesse mindes wee call'd:

III

Our mute harpes, untun'd, unstrung,
Up wee hung
On greene willowes neere beside us,
Where, we sitting all forlorne;
Thus, in scorne,
Our proud spoylers 'gan deride us.

IV

Come, sad Captives, leave your moanes,
And your groanes
Under Syons ruines bury;
Tune your harps, and sing us layes
In the praise
Of your God, and let's be merry,
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V

Can, ah, can we leave our moanes?
And our groanes
Under Syons ruines bury?
Can we in this Land sing Layes
In the praise
Of our God, and here be merry?

VI

No; deare Syon, if I yet
Do forget
Thine affliction miserable,
Let my nimble joynts become
Stiffe and numme,
To touch warbling harpe unable.

VII

Let my tongue lose singing skill,
Let it still
To my parched roofe be glewed,
If in either harpe or voice
I rejoyce,
Till thy joyes shall be renewed
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VIII

Lord, curse Edom's traiterous kinde,
Beare in minde
In our ruines how they revell'd,
Sack, kill, burne, they cry'd out still,
Sack, burne, kill,
Downe with all, let all be levell'd.

IX

And, thou Babel, when the tide
Of thy pride
Now a flowing, growes to turning;
Victor now, shall then be thrall,
And shall fall
To as low an ebbe of mourning.

X

Happy he who shall thee waste,
As thou hast
Us, without all mercy, wasted,
And shall make thee taste and see
What poore wee
By thy meanes have seene and tasted.
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XI

Happy, who, thy tender barnes
From the armes
Of their wailing mothers tearing,
'Gainst the walls shall dash their bones,
Ruthlesse stones
With their braines and blood besmearing.
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