All Poems
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The Old School
© Tsiriotakis Helen
But to say what you want to say you must createanother language and nourish it for yearsand years with what you have loved
A Living and Dying Prayer for the Holiest Believer in the World
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,Let me hide myself in Thee!Let the Water and the Blood,From thy riven Side which flow'd,Be of Sin the double Cure,Cleanse me from its Guilt and Pow'r.
And Her Mother Came Too
© Titheradge Dion
I seem to be the victim of a cruel jest,It dogs my footsteps with the girl I love the best.She's just the sweetest thing that I have ever known,But still we never get the chance to be alone.
Theory of Something
© Tierney Matthew
Roaches laid open by minutens, arrangedin a glass box under rule of thumb, heirs
Apeirophobia
© Tierney Matthew
Uncaged. Run from it,go ahead, try. Wherever you areit's there. Cousin to zero
Sonnets from the Portuguese v
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong
Face to face silent drawing nigh and nigher
A Poem, Addressed to the Lord Privy Seal, on the Prospect of Peace
© Thomas Tickell
To The Lord Privy SealContending kings, and fields of death, too long,Have been the subject of the British song
Sonnets from the Portuguese iv
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
IF thou must love me let it be for naught
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
Sonnets from the Portuguese iii
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
GO from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Sonnets from the Portuguese ii
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
UNLIKE are we unlike O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Sonnets from the Portuguese i
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years the dear and wish'd-for years
Evolution
© Thornely Thomas
When Nature set herself to work, she did it in a way,Which seems a little odd to us, who order things today
Wind from the Sea
© Thorley Wilfred Charles
Weary is the flesh, alas! with many books the eyes are dim
When thou art old and bye the fire alone
© Thorley Wilfred Charles
When thou art old and bye the fire alone Bent o'er the candle thou dost twirl the skeine, Then shalt thou quaver, with bewilder'd brayneHowe Ronsard sang thy lovelinesse long gone
