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Day's Rain Is Done

© Alexander Pushkin

Day's rain is done. The rainy mist of night

Spreads on the sky, leaden apparel wearing,

Dolly Varden

© Francis Bret Harte

Dear Dolly! who does not recall

The thrilling page that pictured all

Dogs

© Ellis Parker Butler

Dogs is mighty useful beasts
They might seem bad at first
They might seem worser right along
But when they're dead
They're wurst.

Dat Gal o' Mine

© James Weldon Johnson

Skin as black an' jes as sof' as a velvet dress,
Teeth as white as ivory well dey is I guess.
Eyes dat's jes as big an' bright as de evenin' star;
An' dat hol' some sort o' light lublier by far.

Duty Surviving Self-Love, The Only Sure Friend Of Declining Life. A Soliloquy

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Unchanged within, to see all changed without,
Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt.
Yet why at others' Wanings should'st thou fret?
Then only might'st thou feel a just regret,

Dil Grafta Hi Sahi

© Ahmad Faraz

دل گِرفتہ ہی سہی بزم سجا لی جائے

یادِ جاناں سے کوئی شام نہ خالی جائے

Dans l'ombre

© Victor Marie Hugo

LE VIEUX MONDE
Ô flot, c'est bien. Descends maintenant. Il le faut.
Jamais ton flux encor n'était monté si haut.
Mais pourquoi donc es-tu si sombre et si farouche ?

Dennis Shand

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

THE shadows fall along the wall,

It's night at Haye-la-Serre;

Diplomacy

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

TELL your love where the roses blow,

And the hearts of the lilies quiver,

Before Jove's throne, upon Olympus stretched
With hands beneath my head, with careless eyes
Exploring the vasty, vaulted heavens, I'd munch
The rustic straw, or in the fatted form
Of some church-going citizen would yawn
While Hermes or Apollo spake.

Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax...

© Boris Pasternak

Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax
Your last strength, and your heart do not torture.
You're alive, you're inside me, intact,
As a buttress, a friend, an adventure.

Den CXXXVIII. Salme kan kaldes Taksigelse for daglig Godt

© Anders Arrebo

Mod alle Folk til Liv og Sjæl

gød Gud, vor Herre daglig vel;

Dirge

© Herman Melville

Stay, Death, Not mine the Christus-wand

Wherewith to charge thee and command:

Decreed

© Anonymous

Into all lives some rain must fall,
Into all eyes some tear-drops start,
Whether they fall as gentle shower,
Or fall like fire from an aching heart.

Drifting

I HAVE settled at last, in a sombre nook,
In the far-off heart of the Norland hills,
There's a dark pine forest before my gates,
And behind is the voice of rills

Del Seminario

Hoy que la indiferencia del siglo me desola
sé que ayer tuve dones celestes de continuo,
y con los ejercicios de Ignacio de Loyola
el corazón sangraba como al dardo divino.