Poems begining by D
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Dancing
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DANCING! I love it, night or day:
There's nought on earth so jolly,
Whether you straightly glide with May,
Or madly whirl with Molly,
Do You Not Father Me
© Dylan Thomas
Do you not father me, nor the erected arm
For my tall tower's sake cast in her stone?
Depression Before Spring
© Wallace Stevens
The hair of my blonde
Is dazzling,
As the spittle of cows
threading the wind.
Dead
© William Dean Howells
SOMETHING lies in the room
Over against my own;
The windows are lit with a ghastly bloom
Of candles, burning alone,
Untrimmed, and all aflare
In the ghastly silence there!
Disorder
© Gamaliel Bradford
My life is governed by the clock,
All duly mapped and plotted;
And only with a nervous shock
I miss the time allotted.
Dawn
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
O KEEP the world forever at the dawn,
Ere yet the opals, cobweb-strung, have dried,
Dead Sea Fruit
© Madison Julius Cawein
All things have power to hold us back.
Our very hopes build up a wall
Of doubt, whose shadow stretches black
O'er all.
Day
© William Blake
The Sun arises in the East,
Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;
Swords and spears and wrath increast
All around his bosom roll'd
Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires.
Dwell not with Me
© Anonymous
Dwell not with me,
For you'll never see
More than a possum or a kangaroo,
And now and then a cockatoo.
Daises
© Bliss William Carman
Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
Description of Love
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart;
No sickness is there like sickness of heart.
Dining-Room Tea
© Rupert Brooke
When you were there, and you, and you,
Happiness crowned the night; I too,
D'Annunzio
© Ernest Hemingway
Half a million dead wops
And he got a kick out of it
The son of a bitch.
Don Juan: Canto The Tenth
© George Gordon Byron
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation--
Death
© George MacDonald
Mourn not, my friends, that we are growing old:
A fresher birth brings every new year in.
Djolan
© Ellis Parker Butler
Soft was the night, the eve how airy,
When through the big, fat dictionary
I wandered on in careless ease,
And read the a's, b's, c's and d's!
Dies Irae
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
On that great, that awful day,
This vain world shall pass away.
Despair
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I have experienc'd
The worst, the World can wreak on me--the worst
That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb
With whisper'd Discontents the dying prayer--
