Dead, The (by: Rupert Brooke (1887 - 1915)) Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. continue reading
Debt Unpayable, The (by: Francis William Bourdillon (1852 - 1921)) What have I given, Bold sailor on the sea, In earth or heaven, That you should die for me? continue reading
Dedication, A (by: Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936)) My new-cut ashlar takes the light Where crimson-blank the windows flare; By my own work, before the night, Great Overseer, I make my prayer. continue reading
Dissolute (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) Many years have I still to burn, detained Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine continue reading
Ditty (by: Thomas Hardy) Beneath a knap where flown Nestlings play, Within walls of weathered stone, Far away continue reading
Dolor Of Autumn (by: D.H. Lawrence (1885 - 1930)) The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear Everything, tear-trembling stars of autumn And the snore of the night in my ear. continue reading
Donkey, The (by: G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936)) "The tattered outlaw of the earth, Of ancient crooked will... continue reading
Down On The Shore (by: William Allingham (1824-1889)) Down on the shore, on the sunny shore! Where the salt smell cheers the land; Where the tide moves bright under boundless light, And the surge on the glittering strand; continue reading
