For Whom The Bell Tolls

John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

Next 10 Poems

• John Donne : Funeral, The
• John Donne : Go And Catach A Falling Star
• John Donne : Good-morrow, The
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet ?
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet I: Tho Has Made Me
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Ii: As Due By Many Titles I Resign
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Iii: O Might Those Sighs And Tears Return Again
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Iv: Oh My Black Soul! Now Art Thou Summoned
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet Ix: If Poisonous Minerals, And If That Tree
• John Donne : Holy Sonnet V: I Am A Little World Made Cunningly

Previous 10 Poems

• John Donne : Elegy Xviii: Love's Progress
• John Donne : Elegy Xvi: On His Mistress
• John Donne : Elegy X: The Dream
• John Donne : Elegy Viii: The Comparison
• John Donne : Elegy Vii
• John Donne : Elegy Vi
• John Donne : Elegy V: His Picture
• John Donne : Elegy Ix: The Autumnal
• John Donne : Elegy Iv: The Perfume
• John Donne : Elegy Iii: Change