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Dedicatory Poem For "Underwoods" by Robert Louis Stevenson
TO her, for I must still regard her
As feminine in her degree,
Who has been my unkind bombarder
Y..
Duddingstone by Robert Louis Stevenson
WITH caws and chirrupings, the woods
In this thin sun rejoice.
The Psalm seems but the little kirk..
Dolphin by Robert Lowell
My Dolphin, you only guide me by surprise,
a captive as Racine, the man of craft,
drawn through hi..
Dane-Geld by Rudyard Kipling
A.D. 980-1016
It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation
To call upon a neighbour an..
Danny Deever by Rudyard Kipling
"What are the bugles blowin’ for?" said Files-on-Parade.
"To turn you out, to turn you out", the Co..
Dedication by Rudyard Kipling
To the City of Bombay
The Cities are full of pride,
Challenging each to each --
This from her..
Delilah by Rudyard Kipling
We have another viceroy now, -- those days are dead and done
Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Uly..
Divided Destinies by Rudyard Kipling
It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine,
And much I wondered how he lived, and where th..
Doctors by Rudyard Kipling
1923
Man dies too soon, beside his works half-planned.
His days are counted and reprieve is vain..
Dedication by Rudyard Kipling
To the City of Bombay
The Cities are full of pride,
Challenging each to each --
This from her..
Did You Never Know? by Sara Teasdale
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me—
That your love would never lessen and never go..
Dust by Sara Teasdale
When I went to look at what had long been hidden,
A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
I tremb..
Doubt by Sara Teasdale
My soul lives in my body’s house,
And you have both the house and her—
But sometimes she is less y..
Debt by Sara Teasdale
What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirit wings
Or gave my heart..
Digging by Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pin rest; snug as a gun.
Under my window, a clean raspi..
Death Of A Naturalist by Seamus Heaney
All year the flax-dam festered in the heart
Of the townland; green and heavy headed
Flax had rotte..
Docker by Seamus Heaney
There, in the corner, staring at his drink.
The cap juts like a gantry’s crossbeam,
Cowling plat..
Does It Matter? by Siegfried Sassoon
Does it matter?-losing your legs?
For people will always be kind,
And you need not show that you m..
Dreamers by Siegfried Sassoon
Soldiers are citizens of death’s gray land,
Drawing no dividend from time’s to-morrows.
In the gre..
Died of Wounds by Siegfried Sassoon
His wet white face and miserable eyes
Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs:
But hoar..
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