Poems begining by D
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Days Pass: Men Pass
© Stephen Vincent Benet
WHEN, like all liberal girls and boys,
We too get rid of sight
The juggler with his painted toys
The elf and her delight
Death of Ben Hall
© Anonymous
Come all Australia's sons to me -
A hero has been slain
And cowardly butchered in his sleep
Upon the Lachlan Plain.
Dies Irae.
© Robert Crawford
The last great Day it may be near,
Or Man may pass ere it comes here.
There may be nothing but weeds and flowers
Over the Earth in her dying hours;
Dead Love
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Oh never weep for love thats dead
Since love is seldom true
But changes his fashion from blue to red,
From brightest red to blue,
And love was born to an early death
And is so seldom true.
Down by the Sydney Side
© Anonymous
Over near a chock-and-log hut,
Down by the river-side,
A bronzed young bushman sat,
Telling his blushing bride
The time had come when he must rove
Down by the Sydney side.
Drought
© Flexmore Hudson
Midsummer noon: and the timbered walls
start in the heat;
and the children sag listlessly over the desks,
with bloodless faces oozing sweat
sipped by the stinging flies.
Daphnis, thou slumberest on the leaf-strown lea
© Theocritus
Daphnis, thou slumberest on the leaf-strown lea,
Thy frame at rest, thy springes newly spread
O'er the fell-side. But two are hunting thee:
Pan, and Priapus with his fair young head
Hung with wan ivy. See! they come, they leap
Into thy lair--fly, fly,--shake off the coil of sleep!
Darkness
© George Gordon Byron
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Don Cupid
© Virna Sheard
Oh! little pink and white god of love,
With your tender smiling mouth,
And eyes as blue as the blue above,
Afar in the sunny south.
During Music
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
O COOL unto the sense of pain
That last night's sleep could not destroy;
Despilfarras El Tiempo...
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Mis peones tantálicos
Al rondarte a deshora,
Fracasan en sus ímpetus vandálicos.
Doing And Making
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I am weary of doing and dating
The day with the thing to be done,
This painful self translating
To a language not my own.
Drop the Pink Curtains
© Henry Clay Work
Baby girl, my beauty! now hush while I sing.
Birdies in the treetops have folded each wing.
Stars are softly twinkling afar in the skies,
Drop the pink curtains down over your eyes!
Dead Leaves
© Edward Booth Loughran
When these dead leaves were green, love,
November's skies were blue,
Die Beiden
© Hugo von Hofmannsthal
Sie trug den Becher in der Hand -
Ihr Kinn und Mund glich seinem Rand -,
Dominique
© William Henry Drummond
"I'd tak' dat leetle feller Dominique,
An' I'd put heem on de cellar ev'ry day,
An' for workin' out a cure, bread an' water's very sure,
You can bet he mak' de promise not to play!"
