Poems begining by D
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Desire
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame ;
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
That takes its meaning from the nobler part,
And but translates the language of the heart.
Die Sparsamkeit
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Von nun an muss ich sparsam werden.
Warum denn das? Der Wein schlaegt auf.
So gehts, das Beste dieser Erden
Erhaelt man nur durch teuren Kauf.
Drought
© Francis William Bourdillon
For rain, for rain the parched lands cry,
Reproachful to the cloudless sky.
The hot white fields in light are blinking,
The rivers in their beds are shrinking.
Drunken Morning
© Arthur Rimbaud
Oh, my Beautiful! Oh, my Good!
Hideous fanfare where
yet I do not stumble!
Oh, rack of enchantments!
Der Herbsttag
© Johann Heinrich Voss
Die Bäume stehn der Frucht entladen,
Und gelbes Laub verweht ins Tal;
Darzee's Chaunt
© Rudyard Kipling
Singer and tailor am I-
Doubled the joys that I know-
Proud of my lilt to the sky,
Proud of the house that I sew-
Over and under, so weave I my music-so weave I the house that
I sew.
Day and Night
© Ho Xuan Huong
Peekaboo we used to play;
my hands covered my face,
your hands covered your face,
incredible, there we were gone.
Death In A Ball-Room
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Oh many, many thus have died, alas,
Children, poor things! The grave will have its prey.
Some flowers must still be mown down with the grass,
And in life's wild quadrille the dancers gay
Must trample here and there a weak one in their way.
Dead Love
© Mathilde Blind
He stung him mid the roses' purple bloom,
The Rose of roses, yea, a thing so sweet,
Haply to stay blind Change's flying feet,
And stir with pity the unpitying tomb.
Here, take him, cold, cold, heavy and void of breath!
Nor me refuse, O Mother almighty, death.
Demand For Courage
© Francis Quarles
Thy life's a warfare, thou a soldier art;
Satan's thy foeman, and a faithful heart
Dirge For Two Veterans
© Walt Whitman
THE last sunbeam
Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath,
On the pavement here-and there beyond, it is looking,
Down a new-made double grave.
Der Geschmack Der Alten
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Ob wir, wir Neuern, vor den Alten
Den Vorzug des Geschmacks erhalten,
Was lest ihr darum vieles nach,
Was der und jener Franze sprach?
Die Franzen sind die Leute nicht,
Aus welchen ein Orakel spricht.
Die Diebin
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Du Diebin mit der Rosenwange,
Du mit den blauen Augen da!
Dich mein ich!--wird dir noch nicht bange?
Gesteh nur, was ich fuehlt und sah!
De Way T'ings Come
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
De way t'ings come, hit seems to me,
Is des' one monst'ous mystery;
Dante To Beatrice
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
I SEE thee, gliding towards me with slow pace
Across the azure fields of Paradise,
Where thine each footstep makes a star arise.
So from this heart's once void but infinite space
De la rue on entend sa plaintive chanson
© François Coppée
De la rue on entend sa plaintive chanson.
Pâle et rousse, le teint plein de taches de son,
Elle coud, de profil, assise à sa fenêtre.
Très sage et sachant bien qu'elle est laide peut-être,
