Poems begining by D
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Distraction
© Katharine Tynan
When swarms of small distractions harry
Devotion like the gnats that fly
Till prayers are cold and customary,
Not such as please Thee, Heaven-high.
Distant View Of England From The Sea
© William Lisle Bowles
Yes! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start,
As thee, my country, and the long-lost sight
Dream Boogie
© Langston Hughes
Good morning, daddy!
Ain't you heard
The boogie-woogie rumble
Of a dream deferred?
Don Juan: Canto The Fourteenth
© George Gordon Byron
If from great nature's or our own abyss
Of thought we could but snatch a certainty,
Dead
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
A KNOCK is at her door, but she is weak;
Strange dews have washed the paint streaks from her cheek;
Dreams
© Henry Timrod
Who first said "false as dreams?" Not one who saw
Into the wild and wondrous world they sway;
No thinker who hath read their mystic law;
No Poet who hath weaved them in his lay.
Dead Friend Of My Youth
© Franz Werfel
Now when you come all that way to meet me
From the country house of your death,
I know that you would remove your hat
To greet someone already old to you.
Dirge
© George Darley
Prayer unsaid, and mass unsung, Deadman's dirge must still be rung:
Dingle-dong, the dead-bells sound! Mermen chant his dirge around!
Douro
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The dripping of the boughs in silence heard
Softly; the low note of some lingering bird
Amid the weeping vapour; the chill fall
Of solitary evening upon all
Det kimer nu til julefest
© Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig
Det kimer nu til julefest
det kimer for den høje gæst
som steg til lave hytter ned
med nytårsgaver: fryd og fred!
Dan Paine
© James Whitcomb Riley
Old friend of mine, whose chiming name
Has been the burthen of a rhyme
"Dearest, dearest"
© Lesbia Harford
Dearest, dearest,
Bother the slow hours
That hold and keep me
From the leafy bowers
Dawnlight On The Sea
© Ada Cambridge
When I kneel down the dawn is only breaking;
Sleep fetters still the brown wings of the lark;
The wind blows pure and cool, for day is waking,
But stars are scattered still about the dark.
"Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart"
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Dont ask me for the same love, my sweetheart
I thought that life was radiant because of you
Why complain of worldly woes, once in your love-affliction
Your countenance brings eternity to the youth of spring
What else is there in the world but for the beauty of your eyes
If you were mine, my destiny would surrender to me
Danse Du Venteje
© Arthur Symons
Her vices to her cling.
There's blood that stains her mouth;
Suspense of sense, a sting
On all her body's drouth
Of blood-red colouring.
Davids Lament For Jonathan
© Mary Hannay Foott
All night thy body on the mountain lay:
At morn the heathen nailed thee to their wall.
Surely their deaf gods hear the songs to-day
Oer the slain House of Saul!
Done For
© Rose Terry Cooke
A WEEK ago to-day, when red-haired Sally
DOWN to the sugar-camp came to see me,
Dysthanatos
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
BY no dry death another king goes down
The way of kings. Yet may no free mans voice,
Dialogues
© Pietro Aretino
ANTONIA What did you see? Tell me, please!
NANNA In the cell I saw four sisters, the General, and the three milky-white and ruby-red young friars, who were taking off the reverend fathers cassock and garbing him in a big velvet coat. Then hid his tonsure under a small golden skullcap, over which they placed a velvet cap ornamented with crystal droplets and surmounted by a white plume. Then, having buckled his sword at his side, the blissful General, to speak frankly, started strutting back and forth with the big-balled stride of a Bartolomeo Colleoni. In the meantime the sisters removed their habits and the friars took off their tunics. The latter put on the sisters` robes and the sisters that is, three of them put on the friars`. The fourth nun rolled herself up in Generals cassock, seated herself pontifically, and began to imitate a superior laying down the law for the convent.
