John Donne

As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say The breath goes now, and some say, No: So ...

As autumn falls in the flashing splendor and fading light of a dying season, we are invited, with ...

“John Donne—Anne Donne—Undone.” Fledgling poet John Donne (1572–1631) wrote these words in 1601 after his secret marriage to ...