John Donne

A Hymn To God The Father Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Air And Angels Twice or thrice had I loved thee, Celestial Music I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Elegy IX: The Autumnal No spring nor summer Beauty hath such grace Holy Sonnet II: As Due By Many Titles I Resign As due by many titles I resign Holy Sonnet III: O Might Those Sighs And Tears Return Again O might those sighs and tears return again Holy Sonnet I: Tho Has Made Me Tho has made me, and shall thy work decay? Holy Sonnet IV: Oh My Black Soul! Now Art Thou Summoned Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned Holy Sonnet IX: If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree If poisonous minerals, and if that tree Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly I am a little world made cunningly Holy Sonnet VII: At The Round Earth's Imagined Corners Blow At the round earth's imagined corners blow Holy Sonnet VIII: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified If faithful souls be alike glorified Holy Sonnet VI: This Is My Play's Last Scene, Here Heavens Appoint This is my play's last scene, here heavens appoint Holy Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Holy Sonnet XIII: What If This Present Were The World's Last Night? What if this present were the world's last night? Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On? Why are we by all creatures waited on? Holy Sonnet XI: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Holy Sonnet XIX: Oh, To Vex Me, Contraries Meet In One Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one: Holy Sonnet XVI: Father, Part Of His Double Interest Father, part of his double interest Holy Sonnet XVIII: Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear Show me, dear Christ, thy Spouse, so bright and clear. Holy Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Loved Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt Holy Sonnet XV: Wilt Thou Love God, As He Thee? Then Digest Wilt thou love God, as he thee? Then digest, Song (Go And Catch A Falling Star) Go and catch a falling star, The Dream Dear love, for nothing less than thee The Funeral Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm The Primrose Upon this Primrose hill, The Prohibition Take heed of loving me; Woman's Constancy Now thou hast loved me one whole day,