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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Dissolution				⁠SHE's dead; and all which die ⁠To their first elements resolve; And we were mutual elements to us, ...
The distance that the dead have gone			English	The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear — Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them, We more than half suspect, So intimate...
The Distressed Travellers				I SING of a journey to Clifton We would have perform'd if we could, Without cart or barrow to lift on Poor Mary and me thro' the mud. Sle sla slud, Stuck in the mud; Oh it...
The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man				The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man For is it not his Bed — His Advocate — his Edifice? How safe his fallen Head In her disheveled Sanctity — Above him is the sky — Oblivion bending over him ...
The Diverting History of John Gilpin	William Cowper	1751	English	Showing How He Went Farther Than He Intended, and Came Safe Home Again JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin’s spouse said to her dear— “Though wedded we have been...
The Diverting History of John Gilpin			English	John Gilpin was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he, Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, "Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious...
The Djinns	Victor Hugo	1822	English	Anonymous translation from the French TOWN, tower, Shore, deep, Where lower Cliffs steep; Waves gray, Where play Winds gay,—...
The Doomed — regard the Sunrise			English	The Doomed — regard the Sunrise With different Delight — Because — when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it — The Man — to die — tomorrow — Harks for the Meadow Bird — Because its Music...
The Douglas Tragedy	Anonymous		English	[This ballad exists in Denmark, and in other European countries. The Scotch point out Blackhouse, on the wild Douglas Burn, a tributary of the Yarrow, as the scene of the tragedy.] “RISE up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas,” she says, “And put on your armor so bright; Let...
The Doves of Venice	Laurence Hutton		English	As the Transatlantic tourists Have been rowed on the Lagoon, They have mourned its ancient glories, They have watched the Germans spoon. As they ’ve sailed these famous highways, As they ’ve floated on these tides, The arts that most...
The Dreadful Story about Harriet and the Matches	Heinrich Hoffmann		English	From “The English Struwwelpeter” IT almost makes me cry to tell What foolish Harriet befel. Mamma and Nurse went out one day And left her all alone at play; Now, on the table close at hand, A box of matches chanced to stand; And kind Mamma...
The Dream	Edna St. Vincent Millay	1917	Love	Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I shall not care; Foolish am I to think about it, But it is good to feel you there. Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking, -- White and awful the moonlight reached Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,...
The Dream	Lord Byron		English	Our life is twofold; sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of...
The Dream (Donne)			English	DEAR love, for nothing less than thee Would I have broke this happy dream; ⁠It was a theme For reason, much too strong for fantasy. Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yet ...
The Dream of Eugene Aram	Thomas Hood	1819	English	’t Was in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school; There were some that ran, and some that leapt Like troutlets in a pool. Away they sped with gamesome minds ...
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea —				The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea — Forgets her own locality — As I — toward Thee — She knows herself an incense small — Yet small — she sighs — if All — is All — How larger — be? The Ocean —...
The Drowned Mariner	Elizabeth Oakes Smith		English	A mariner sat on the shrouds one night; The wind was piping free; Now bright, now dimmed was the moon-light pale, And the phosphor gleamed in the wake of the whale, As he floundered in the sea; The scud was flying athwart the sky, The...
The Druid	John Banister Tabb		English	Godlike beneath his grave divinities, The last of all their worshippers, he stood. The shadows of a vanished multitude Enwound him, and their voices in the breeze Made murmur, while the meditative trees Reared of their strong fraternal branches rude...
The Drummer-Boy’s Burial	Anonymous		English	All day long the storm of battle through the startled valley swept; All night long the stars in heaven o’er the slain sad vigils kept. O, the ghastly upturned faces gleaming whitely through the night! O, the heaps of mangled corses in that dim sepulchral light! ...
The dumb creation			English	Deal kindly with those speechless ones, That throng our gladsome earth; Say not the bounteous gift of life Alone is nothing worth. What though with mournful memories...