| First Line of Poem |
Poem Title |
Author |
Lines |
Views |
| D vas on Weihnachtsabend |
Hans Breitmann’s Christmas |
Charles G. Leland |
256 |
521 |
| Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town, |
Nursery Rhyme. DCXXX. Relics. |
Unknown |
2 |
9 |
| Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood |
The Last Tournament |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
583 |
| Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood |
Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (Excerpt) |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
444 |
| Daih 's a moughty soothin' feelin' |
'Long To'Ds Night |
Paul Laurence Dunbar |
40 |
206 |
| Daily walked the fair and lovely |
The Azra. Translations. After Heine. |
John Milton Hay |
16 |
254 |
| Dainty little maiden, whither would you wander? |
Child-Songs |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
712 |
| DALILAH DE DARDY adored |
Lorenzo De Lardy |
William Schwenck Gilbert |
80 |
246 |
| DAME FORTUNE often loves a laugh to raise, |
The Quid Pro Quo; Or The Mistakes |
Jean de La Fontaine |
200 |
137 |
| Dame Hickory, Dame Hickory, |
Dame Hickory |
Walter De La Mare |
24 |
20 |
| Dame Nature, our respected mother, |
The Ass And The Dog. |
Jean de La Fontaine |
45 |
182 |
| Dame of the night of hair |
A Song For Marna. |
Bliss Carman (William) |
16 |
334 |
| Dame Spider had spun herself lank and thin |
Camping Out. |
Clara Doty Bates |
54 |
413 |
| Dame, get up and bake your pies, |
Xmas Day In Ye Morning |
Walter Crane |
16 |
323 |
| Dame, get up and bake your pies, |
Nursery Rhyme. CLXXXII. Songs. |
Unknown |
16 |
10 |
| Dame, what makes your ducks to die? |
Nursery Rhyme. DLXI. Natural History. |
Unknown |
11 |
12 |
| Damon was sitting in the grove |
A Pastoral |
Walter Savage Landor |
10 |
163 |
| DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, |
The Amorous Courtesan |
Jean de La Fontaine |
325 |
160 |
| Dan O'Sullivan: It's your |
Dan O'Sullivan |
James Whitcomb Riley |
24 |
96 |
| Dance a baby diddy! What can mammy do wid'e? |
Dance A Baby |
Walter Crane |
5 |
404 |
| Dance on, dance on, we see, we see |
Youth and Age |
Arthur Hugh Clough |
45 |
671 |
| Dance there upon the shore; |
To A Child Dancing In The Wind |
William Butler Yeats |
24 |
779 |
| Dance to your daddy, |
Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXIII. Lullabies. |
Unknown |
8 |
6 |
| Dance, little baby, dance up high, |
Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXI. Lullabies. |
Unknown |
8 |
7 |
| Dance, Thumbkin, dance, |
Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXIX. Games. |
Unknown |
14 |
5 |
| Dancing and prancing to town we go, |
On The Wall Top. |
Kate Greenaway |
8 |
268 |
| Dante, sole standing on the heavenward height |
The Festival of Beatrice |
Algernon Charles Swinburne |
14 |
465 |
| Danty baby diddy, |
Nursery Rhyme. CCCXC. Lullabies. |
Unknown |
5 |
9 |
| Daphne! Ladon’s daughter, Daphne! Set thyself in silver light, |
Daphne |
Henry Kendall |
36 |
633 |
| Dar ban a little faller, |
Yim |
William F. Kirk |
24 |
195 |
| Dar ban a man named Villiam Tell |
William Tell |
William F. Kirk |
40 |
221 |
| Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude |
The Solitary. |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
18 |
79 |
| Darby and Joan were dress'd in black, |
Nursery Rhyme. DCXXXIV. Relics. |
Unknown |
4 |
15 |
| Dare you see a soul at the white heat? |
The White Heat. |
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson |
16 |
231 |
| Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of the wind, |
Bigotry's Victim. |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
36 |
71 |
| Darest thou now, O Soul, |
Darest Thou Now, O Soul |
Walt Whitman |
|
747 |
| Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell; |
Composed After A Journey Across The Hambleton Hills, Yorkshire |
William Wordsworth |
|
400 |
| Dark as the silent stream beneath the night, |
Sonnet XLVI. |
Anna Seward |
14 |
73 |
| Dark clouds are smouldering into red |
How To Die |
Siegfried Loraine Sassoon |
16 |
107 |
| Dark comrade of my path! while earth and sky |
The Fudges In England. Letter III. From Miss Fanny Fudge, To Her Cousin, Miss Kitty ----. |
Thomas Moore |
157 |
84 |
| Dark creeping Ivy, with thy berries brown, |
To The Ivy. |
John Clare |
14 |
219 |
| Dark days have passed, but you who taught me then |
Sonnets - To N. D. Stenhouse, Esq. |
Henry Kendall |
|
360 |
| Dark eyes are dearer far |
Answer To A Sonnet By J.H.Reynolds |
John Keats |
16 |
710 |
| Dark flower of Cheshire garden, |
Monadnoc From Afar |
Ralph Waldo Emerson |
12 |
253 |
| Dark frost was in the air without |
Winter Dusk |
Walter De La Mare |
28 |
26 |
| Dark head by the fireside brooding, |
Comfort |
George William Russell |
24 |
88 |
| Dark HORROR, hear my call! |
To Horror. |
Robert Southey |
68 |
84 |
| Dark house, by which once more I stand |
Dark House |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
694 |
| Dark in the Miser's chest, in hoarded heaps, |
Odes From Horace. - To Sallust. Book The Second, Ode The Second. |
Anna Seward |
40 |
83 |
| Dark in the west the sunset's sombre wrack |
Simulacra |
Madison Julius Cawein |
14 |
214 |
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