Poems begining by D
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Dis Manibus
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Gustave Flaubert, whose honoured rôle
Was to be scribe to Nero's soul,
Der Irrtum
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Den Hund im Arm, mit blossen Bruesten,
Sah Lotte frech herab.
Wie mancher liess sichs nicht geluesten,
Dass er ihr Blicke gab.
Dawn Song
© Robert Fuller Murray
I hear a twittering of birds,
And now they burst in song.
How sweet, although it wants the words!
It shall not want them long,
For I will set some to the note
Which bubbles from the thrush's throat.
Don Juans Good-Night
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Teach me, gentle Leporello,
Since you are so wise a fellow,
How your master I may win.
Leporello answers gaily
Slip into his bed and way lay
Him; anon he shall come in.
Double Ballad Of Life And Death
© William Ernest Henley
Fools may pine, and sots may swill,
Cynics gibe, and prophets rail,
Dawn
© Arthur Symons
Here in the little room
You sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,
While I, in very sooth,
Tired, and awake beside you in the gloom,
Watch for the dawn, and feel the morning make
A loneliness about me for your sake.
DreamComeTrue
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Within the eyes of Dream--Come--True
Shine the old dreams of my youth.
Ere they faded, ere they grew
Distant, they were born anew
Down The Lanes Of August
© Edgar Albert Guest
DOWN the lanes of Augustand the bees upon the wing,
All the world's in color now, and all the song birds sing;
Never reds will redder be, more golden be the gold,
Down the lanes of August, and the summer getting old.
Die Gespenster
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Der Juengling
Ich wende nichts dawider ein;
Es muessen wohl Gespenster sein.
Dream-Valley
© Albert Durrant Watson
I KNOW a vale where the oriole swings
Her nest to the breeze and the sky,
Delfica
© Gerard de Nerval
La connais-tu, Dafné, cette ancienne romance,
Au pied du sycomore, ou sous les lauriers blancs,
Deathless Principle! Arise
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Deathless principle! arise;
Soar, thou native of the skies;
Dreams
© Virna Sheard
KEEP thou thy dreamsthough joy should pass thee by;
Hold to the rainbow beauty of thy thought;
It is for dreams that men will oft-times die
And count the passing pain of death as nought.
Dow's Flat
© Francis Bret Harte
Dow's Flat. That's its name;
And I reckon that you
Are a stranger? The same?
Well, I thought it was true,--
For thar isn't a man on the river as can't spot the place at first
view.
Despair
© Ada Cambridge
O what is life, if we must hold it thus
As wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?
What are these gifts without the larger boon?
O what is art, or wealth, or fame to us
Who scarce have time to know what we desire?
O what is love, if we must part so soon?
