Poems begining by D
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David And Goliath. A Sacred Drama
© Hannah More
Great Lord of all things! Power divine!
Breathe on this erring heart of mine
Thy grace serene and pure:
Defend my frail, my erring youth,
And teach me this important truth--
The humble are secure!
Democracy
© Arthur Rimbaud
"The flag goes with the foul landscape,
and our jargon muffles the drum."
In the great centers we'll nurture
the most cynical prostitution.
We'll massacre logical revolts.
Death
© John Le Gay Brereton
HE, born of my girlhood, is dead, while my life is yet young in my heart
Ere the breasts where his baby lips fed have forgotten their softness, we part.
Dantis Tenebrae (In Memory of my Father)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AND didst thou know indeed, when at the font
Together with thy name thou gav'st me his,
Dear Jack
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Dear Jack, this white mug that with Guinness I fill,
And drink to the health of sweet Nan of the Hill,
Was once Tommy Tosspot's, as jovial a sot
As e'er drew a spigot, or drain'd a full pot
In drinking all round 'twas his joy to surpass,
And with all merry tipplers he swigg'd off his glass.
Day is dead, and let us sleep
© Augusta Davies Webster
DAY is dead, and let us sleep,
Sleep a while or sleep for aye,
'Twere the best if we unknew
While to-morrow dawned and grew;
Der Tabak
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Dich, Tabak, lobt der Medikus,
Weil uns dein fleissiger Genuss
An Zahn und Augen wohl kurieret,
Und Schleim und Kolster von uns fuehret.
Day
© Jones Very
Day! I lament that none can hymn thy praise
In fitting strains, of all thy riches bless;
Daphles. An Argive Story
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But the Queen's host by skilful champions led,
Its powers meanwhile concentred to a head,
Lay, an embattled force with wary eye,
Ready to ward or strike whene'er the cry
Of coming foemen on their ears should fall,
Nigh the huge towers which guard the capital.
Do You Think That I Do Not Know?
© Henry Lawson
They say that I never have written of love,
As a writer of songs should do;
December
© John Payne
THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rime
And in the air a stillness as of death
Dear Doctor, I have Read your Play
© George Gordon Byron
Dear Doctor, I have read your play,
Which is a good one in its way,
Der Muessige Poebel
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Um einen Arzt und seine Buehne
Stand mit erstaunungsvoller Miene
Discipline in Cactus Center
© Arthur Chapman
We welcome folks in Cactus Center if they've got an honest lay;
If their game ain't too durn crooked, we never stop the play;
Doctor Rabelais
© Eugene Field
Once -- it was many years ago.
In early wedded life,
Ere yet my loved one had become
A very knowing wife,
Departure
© Arthur Rimbaud
Everything had
The far sound of cities, in the evening,
In sunlight, and always.
Daisy Time
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
See, the grass is full of stars,
Fallen in their brightness;
Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.
