Poems begining by D
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Dawn In Summer
© James Thomson
When now no more th' alternate twins are fired,
And Cancer reddens with the solar blaze,
Donald Caird's Come Again
© Sir Walter Scott
Chorus
Donald Caird's come again!
Donald Caird's come again!
Tell the news in brugh and glen,
Donald Caird's come again!
Delia. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Doctor Major
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
Enough, Sir! Let us have no more of it:
Your friend is little better than a Whig.
But you and I, Sir, who are men of wit,
Laugh at the follies of a canting prig.
Let those who will, Sir! to such whims submit:
No, Sir! we'll to the Mitre: Frank! my wig.
De Quintia Et Sesbia. Ep. 87
© Richard Lovelace
Quintia formosa est multis, mihi candida, longa,
Recta est; haec ego sic singula confiteor:
Tota illud formosa nego: nam multa venustas;
Nulla in tam magno est corpore mica salis.
Lesbia formosa est quae, cum pulcherrima tota est,
Tum omnibus una omneis surripuit veneres.
Dark Wind
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In the middle of the night, waking, I was aware
Of the Wind like one riding through black wastes of the air,
Moodily riding, ever faster, he recked not where.
Driftwood
© Sara Teasdale
MY forefathers gave me
My spirit's shaken flame,
The shape of hands, the beat of heart,
The letters of my name.
Dobbin Dead
© William Barnes
2. I do veel vor ye, Thomas, vor I be a-feär'd
You've a-lost your wold meäre then, by what I've a-heärd.
Defeated Yet Triumphant
© George Gordon Byron
They never fail who die
In a great cause. The block may soak their gore;
Distance
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHY is it that yon far-off, mellowed horn
Sounds like an antique story, half-forlorn,
Half-sweet, with iterance of rare echoes sent
Up the serenely listening firmament?
dim inkling
© Friedrich von Schlegel
Whoever has not arrived at the clear insight that there might be greatness entirely outside his own sphere for which he has no understanding, whoever does not have at least a dim inkling in which area of the human spirit this greatness might be situated: he is within his own sphere either without genius, or he has not educated himself up to the point of the classical attitude
Dreaming Of Li Bai (1)
© Du Fu
Separation by death must finally be choked down,
but separation in life is a long anguish,
Dorothy's Opinion
© Carolyn Wells
Mamma has bought a calendar,
And every single page
Has pictures on of little girls
'Most just about my age.
Dream-March
© James Whitcomb Riley
_Where go the children? Travelling! Travelling_!
_Where go the children, travelling ahead_?
_Some go to kindergarten; some go to day-school_;
_Some go to night-school; and some go to bed_!
Discouraged People
© Eli Siegel
The discouraged
People were wedged
So closely together in the subway
You could take one discouraged person for the other.
Distance
© Archibald Lampman
To the distance! Ah, the distance!
Blue and broad and dim!
Peace is not in burgh or meadow,
But beyond the rim.
Difference
© Stephen Vincent Benet
My minds a map. A mad sea-captain drew it
Under a flowing moon until he knew it;
Dance Of Death
© Franz Werfel
Death has taken me out for a swing.
At first I didn't drop from the quickstep
In his dance and clogged right along
Until he drove the tempo up.
