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• The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bò

  I
  On the Coast of Coromandel
  Where the early pumpkins blow, …

  Edward Lear

• The Cripple every Step Drudges & labours

  * * *
  The Cripple every Step Drudges & labours
  And says come learn to walk of me Good Neighbours …

  William Blake

• Crisis is a Hair

  Crisis is a Hair
  Toward which the forces creep
  Past which forces retrograde …

• Cr—— loves artists as he loves his Meat

  * * *
  Cr—— loves artists as he loves his Meat
  He loves the Art but tis the Art to Cheat

  William Blake

• The Cunning sures & the Aim at yours

  * * *
  The Cunning sures & the Aim at yours

  William Blake

• The Curse (Donne)

  WHOEVER guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows
  Who is my mistress, wither by this curse;
  ⁠Him, only for his purse …

  John Donne

• The Damp

  WHEN I am dead, and doctors know not why,
  ⁠And my friends' curiosity
  Will have me cut up to survey each part, …

  John Donne

• Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

  Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? —
  Then crouch within the door —
  Red — is the Fire's common tint — …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Dark Angel

  DARK Angel, with thine aching lust
  To rid the world of penitence:
  Malicious Angel, who still dost …

  Lionel Johnson

• Dawn (Dickinson)

  When night is almost done,
  And sunrise grows so near
  That we can touch the spaces, …

  Richard Aldington

• A Day (Whittier)

  Talk not of sad November, when a day
  Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon,
  And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June, …

  John Greenleaf Whittier

• The Daylight is Dying

  The daylight is dying
  Away in the west,
  The wild birds are flying …

  Banjo Paterson

• "De Gustibus—"

  I.
  Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees,
  (If our loves remain) …

  Robert Browning

• Dear March — Come in —

  Dear March — Come in —
  How glad I am —
  I hoped for you before — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Death and Life

  Apparently with no surprise
  To any happy flower,
  The frost beheads it at its play …

  Emily Dickinson

• Death is the supple Suitor

  Death is the supple Suitor
  That wins at last —
  It is a stealthy Wooing …

• Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,

  Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
  Except that it is gone
  Are ignorant of its Concern …

• Death of a Pastor

  1 PASTOR, thou art from us taken
  In the glory of thy years,
  As the oak, by tempests shaken, …

  Lydia Sigourney

• Death sets a Thing significant

  Death sets a Thing significant
  The Eye had hurried by
  Except a perished Creature …

  Emily Dickinson

• Death warrants are supposed to be

  Death warrants are supposed to be
  An enginery of equity
  A merciful mistake …

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