Poems begining by D
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Dorchester Amphitheatre .
© John Kenyon
By Rome's old amphitheatre I stood,
Still pretty perfect, on the Weymouth road,
Dance Of The Hanged Men
© Arthur Rimbaud
On the black gallows, one-armed friend,
The paladins are dancing, dancing
The lean, the devil's paladins
The skeletons of Saladins.
Days End
© Robert Laurence Binyon
When I am weary, thronged with the cares of the vain day
That tease as harsh winds tease the unresting autumn boughs,
I still my mind at evening and put all else away
But the image of my Love, where all my hopes I house.
Duponts Round Fight (November, 1861)
© Herman Melville
In time and measure perfect moves
All Art whose aim is sure;
Evolving rhyme and stars divine
Have rules, and they endure.
Descreve a cidade da Bahia
© Gregorio de Matos Guerra
A cada canto um grande conselheiro,
Que nos quer governar cabana e vinha;
Não sabem governar sua cozinha,
E podem governar o mundo inteiro.
Dedication - The Poems Of Goeth
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
By new-born flow'rs that full of dew-drops hung;
The youthful day awoke with ecstacy,
And all things quicken'd were, to quicken me.
Der Faule
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Rennt dem scheuen Gluecke nach!
Freunde, rennt euch alt und schwach!
Ich nehm teil an eurer Mueh:
Die Natur gebietet sie.
Ich, damit ich auch was tu,--
Seh euch in dem Lehnstuhl zu.
Death & Co.
© Sylvia Plath
Two, of course there are two.
It seems perfectly natural now--
The one who never looks up, whose eyes are lidded
And balled¸ like Blake's.
Who exhibits
Desire
© Matthew Arnold
Thou, who dost dwell alone;
Thou, who dost know thine own;
Thou, to whom all are known,
From the cradle to the grave,--
Save, O, save!
Delicious Beauty That Doth Lie
© John Marston
DELICIOUS Beauty, that doth lie
Wrapped in a skin of ivory,
Lie still, lie still upon thy back,
And, Fancy, let no sweet dreams lack
To tickle her, to tickle her with pleasing thoughts.
Defiance
© Walter Savage Landor
Catch her and hold her if you can--
See, she defies you with her fan,
Shuts, opens, and then holds it spread
In threatening guise over your head.
Dawn and Sunrise in the Snowy Mountains
© Charles Harpur
A few thin strips of fleecy cloud lies long
And motionless above the eastern steeps,
Dawn, Noon And Dewfall
© James Whitcomb Riley
Dawn, noon and dewfall! Bluebird and robin
Up and at it airly, and the orchard-blossoms bobbin'!
Peekin' from the winder, half-awake, and wishin'
I could go to sleep agin as well as go a-fishin'!
Days I enjoy
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,
When I have no engagements written on my block,
Dawn in the Mountains
© Charles Harpur
It is the morning star, arising slow
Out of yon hills dark bulk, as she were born
Dirge For The Year
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Orphan Hours, the Year is dead,
Come and sigh, come and weep!
Merry Hours, smile instead,
