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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Days that we can spare				The Days that we can spare Are those a Function die Or Friend or Nature — stranded then In our Economy Our Estimates a Scheme — Our Ultimates a Sham — We let go all of Time without ...
The Dead	Jones Very		English	I see them,—crowd on crowd they walk the earth, Dry leafless trees no autumn wind laid bare; And in their nakedness find cause for mirth, And all unclad would winter’s rudeness dare; No sap doth through their clattering branches flow, Whence springing...
The Dead	Mathilde Blind		English	The Dead abide with us! Though stark and cold Earth seems to grip them, they are with us still: They have forged our chains of being for good or ill; And their invisible hands these hands yet hold. Our perishable bodies are the mould In which their strong...
The Dead Doll	Margaret Thomson Janvier		English	You needn’t be trying to comfort me—I tell you my dolly is dead! There ’s no use in saying she isn’t, with a crack like that in her head. It ’s just like you said it wouldn’t hurt much to have my tooth out, that day; And then, when the man ’most pulled my head off, you...
The Dead Friend	Alfred, Lord Tennyson		English	From “In Memoriam” XXII. THE PATH by which we twain did go, Which led by tracts that pleased us well, Through four sweet years arose and fell, From flower to flower, from snow to snow.* * * * * But where the path we...
The Dead Moon	Danske Dandridge		English	we are ghost-ridden: Through the deep night Wanders a spirit, Noiseless and white; Loiters not, lingers not, knoweth not rest, Ceaselessly haunting the East and the West. She, whose undoing the ages have wrought, Moves...
The Dead Player	Robert Burns Wilson		English	Sure and exact,—the master’s quiet touch, Thus perfect, was his art; Ambitious, generous, sad, and loving much, Was his pain-haunted heart. To him, the blissful burthen of her love Did stern-browed Fortune give; In hell, in heaven, beneath...
The Dead Poet-Friend	Callimachus		English	From the Greek by W. Cory THEY told me, Heracleitus, they told me you were dead; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky. And now...
The Dead Solomon	John Aylmer Dorgan		English	King solomon stood in the house of the Lord, And the Genii silently wrought around, Toiling and moiling without a word, Building the temple without a sound. Fear and rage were theirs, but naught, In mien or face, of fear or rage; For had he...
The Death of Azron	Alice Wellington Rollins		English	He caught his chisel, hastened to his bench, And, kneeling on one knee before one more Pale page of uncarved marble, murmured fast, “Here will I ask it! here in marble! here Will I carve well the restless, patient sphinx, With eyes that burn, though...
The Death of Death	William Shakespeare	1584	English	Sonnet Cxlvi. poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fooled by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon...
The Death of Grant	Ambrose Bierce		English	Father! whose hard and cruel law Is part of thy compassion’s plan, Thy works presumptuously we scan For what the prophets say they saw. Unbidden still, the awful slope Walling us in, we climb to gain Assurance of the shining plain...
The Death of Leonidas	George Croly	1800	English	It was the wild midnight,— A storm was on the sky; The lightning gave its light, And the thunder echoed by. The torrent swept the glen, The ocean lashed the shore; Then rose the Spartan men, To make their bed in gore! ...
The Death of Minnehaha	Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	1827	English	From “The Song of Hiawatha” ALL day long roved Hiawatha In that melancholy forest, Through the shadows of whose thickets, In the pleasant days of Summer, Of that ne’er forgotten Summer. He had brought his young wife homeward From the land of...
The Death of Slavery	William Cullen Bryant	1814	English	O thou great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years, Didst hold thy millions fettered, and didst wield The scourge that drove the laborer to the field, And turn a stony gaze on human tears, Thy cruel reign is o’er; Thy bondmen crouch no more...
The Death of the Flowers	William Cullen Bryant	1814	English	The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit’s tread. The robin and the wren...
The Death of the Flowers	William Cullen Bryant	1814	English	The Melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit’s tread. The robin and the wren...
The Death of the old Year	Alfred, Lord Tennyson		English	Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die; You came to us so readily,...
The Death-Bed	Thomas Hood	1819	English	We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke...
The Deathless	Ednah Proctor (Clarke) Hayes		English	What charlatans in this later day Beat at the gates of Art! Each with his trick of speech or brush,— Forgetting, that apart From all the brawling of an age, Its feverish fantasy, She waits, who only unto Time The soul of Art sets...