Poems begining by D
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Dialogue In Verse
© Christopher Marlowe
_Friend._ Let him give her gay gold rings
Or tufted gloves, were they ne'er so [gay];
[F]or were her lovers lords or kings,
They should not carry the wench away.
Design And Performance
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
They float before my soul, the fair designs
Which I would body forth to life and power,
Die Unbekannte
© Heinrich Heine
My golden-haired beauty,
Im always sure of seeing,
In the Tuileries Gardens,
Under the chestnut trees.
Dewdrops
© John Clare
The dewdrops on every blade of grass are so much like silver drops
that I am obliged to stoop down as I walk to see if they are pearls,
Dedicatory
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Beauty is One. But that so equal gold,
Run in the apt and kindly difference
Dock-Leaves
© William Barnes
The dock-leaves that do spread so wide
Up yonder zunny bank's green zide,
Dialogue Between Ghost And Priest
© Sylvia Plath
In the rectory garden on his evening walk
Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was
In black November. After a sliding rain
Dew stood in chill sweat on each stalk,
Each thorn; spiring from wet earth, a blue haze
Hung caught in dark-webbed branches like a fabulous heron.
Despite
© Franklin Pierce Adams
The terrible things that the Governor
Of Kansas says alarm me;
And yet somehow we won the war
In spite of the Regular Army.
Dead Loves
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHENE'ER I think of old loves wall and dead,
Of passion's wine outpoured in senseless dust,
Of doomed affection's and long-buried trust,
Through all my soul an arctic gloom is shed;
Der Tausch an Hr. W.
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ein Maegdchen, das Verstand und Geist
Gemeiner Schoenen Zahl entreisst,
Dedication To Lady Windsor
© Alfred Austin
Where violets blue to olives gray
From furrows brown lift laughing eyes,
And silvery Mensola sings its way
Through terraced slopes, nor seeks to stay,
But onward and downward leaps and flies;
Dans le jardin
© Victor Marie Hugo
Jeanne et Georges sont là. Le noir ciel orageux
Devient rose, et répand l'aurore sur leurs jeux ;
Ô beaux jours ! Le printemps auprès de moi s'empresse ;
Tout verdit ; la forêt est une enchanteresse ;
Dickens In Camp
© Francis Bret Harte
Above the pines the moon was slowly drifting,
The river sang below;
The dim Sierras, far beyond, uplifting
Their minarets of snow.
Do Not Ask My Love
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Do not ask, my love, for the love we had before:
You existed, I told myself, so all existence shone,
Der Fehler Der Natur An Hr. M.
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Freund! du erforschest die Natur.
Sprich! Ists nicht wahr, sie spielt nicht nur,
De Asino Qui Dentibus Aeneidem Consumpsit.
© Richard Lovelace
A wretched asse the Aeneids did destroy:
A horse or asse is still the fate of Troy.
Deep Sea Cables
© Rudyard Kipling
They have wakened the timeless Things; they have killed their father Time
Joining hands in the gloom, a league from the last of the sun.
Hush! Men talk to-day o'er the waste of the ultimate slime,
And a new Word runs between: whispering, 'Let us be one!'
Do Your All
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Do your bit!" How cheap and trite
Seems that phrase in such a fight!
Der Flor
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
O Reize voll Verderben!
Wir sehen euch, und sterben.
O Augen, unser Grab!
O Chloris, darf ich flehen?
Dich sicher anzusehen,
Lass erst den Flor herab!
