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| A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # |
| daffodils |
| by William Wordsworth |
| Daffodils by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of go |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/classical_poets/Wordsworth/daffodils.htm |
| Danny Deever |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| Danny Deever by Rudyard Kipling "What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out," The |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/classical_poets/Kipling/danny_deever.htm |
| Death |
| by George Herbert |
| Death by George Herbert Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The sad effect of sadder groans: Thy mouth was open, but |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/classical_poets/Herbert/Death.htm |
| Death, be not Proud |
| by John Donne |
| Death, be not Proud From Holy Sonnets by John Donne (iii) Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/classical_poets/Donne/Death be not Proud.htm |
| destruction of the sennacherib |
| by Lord Byron |
| The Destruction of Sennacherib by Lord Byron The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/classical_poets/Byron/destruction_of_the_sennacherib.htm |
| Dover Beach |
| by Matthew Arnold |
| to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits; - on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/classical_poets/matthew_arnold/doverbeach.htm |
| Drinking |
| by Abraham Cowley |
| Drinking by Abraham Cowley The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks and gapes for drink again ; The plants suck in the earth, and are With co |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/classical_poets/Cowley/Drinking.htm |
| Dulce et Decorum est |
| by Wilfred Owen |
| Dulce et Decorum est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on t |
| http://www.withinweb.com/thesitemapper/classical_poets/Owen/dulce_et_decorum_est.htm |