Poems begining by T
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Triumphmay be of several kinds
© Emily Dickinson
Triumphmay be of several kinds
There's Triumph in the Room
When that Old ImperatorDeath
By Faith
The Lighthouse
© Katharine Lee Bates
IN seas far north, day after day
We leaned upon the rail, engrossed
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
COLD COMFORT
There is no comfort underneath the sun.
Youth turns to age; riches are quickly spent;
Pride breeds us pain, our pleasures punishment.
The Gray Brother
© Sir Walter Scott
The Pope he was saying the high, high mass,
All on Saint Peter's day,
With the power, to him given, by the saints of heaven,
To wash men's sins away.
The Decameron
© Aldous Huxley
Suddenly from the gate rises up a cry,
Hideous broken laughter, scarce human in sound;
Gaunt clawed hands, thrust through the bars despairingly,
Clutch fast at the scented air, while on the ground
Lie the poor plague-stricken carrions, who have found
Strength to crawl forth and curse the sunshine and die.
The Disturber
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Oh, what shall I do? I am wholly upset;
I am sure I 'll be jailed for a lunatic yet.
The Earth
© Jones Very
I would lie low, the ground on which men tread,
Swept by Thy spirit like the wind of heaven;
The Marshes of Glynn
© Sidney Lanier
Beautiful glooms, soft dusks in the noon-day fire, --
Wildwood privacies, closets of lone desire,
Chamber from chamber parted with wavering arras of leaves, --
Cells for the passionate pleasure of prayer to the soul that grieves,
Pure with a sense of the passing of saints through the wood,
Cool for the dutiful weighing of ill with good; --
To A Lady
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Ah, Lady, if these verses glowed
Warmer than chill appreciation--
If they should lengthen to an "Ode
On Fascination--"
These Men
© Leon Gellert
These men know life know death a little more.
These men see paths and ends, and see
Beyond some swinging open door
Into eternity.
The Two Of Us Wont Share A Glass Together
© Anna Akhmatova
The two of us wont share a glass together
Be it of water or of sweet red wine;
We wont be kissing, in the morning either
Nor, late at night, enjoy an evening shine…
You breathe the sun, I breathe the moon; however
We are united by one love forever.
The Happy Days When I Wer Young
© William Barnes
O valley dear! I wish that I
'D a-liv'd in former times, to die
Wi' all the happy souls that trod
Thy turf in peäce, an' died to God;
Or gone wi' them that laugh'd an' zung
In happy days when I wer young!
The Nizams Daughter
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
SHE is yet a child in years,
Twelve springs are on her face,
Yet in her slender form appears
The woman's perfect grace.
To The Bay Of Dublin
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
My native Bay, for many a year
I've lov'd thee with a trembling fear,
The Entire Surrender
© William Cowper
Peace has unveiled her smiling face,
And wooes thy soul to her embrace,
Enjoyed with ease, if thou refrain
From earthly love, else sought in vain;
She dwells with all who truth prefer,
But seeks not them who seek not her.
The Idyll Of The Standing Stone
© Madison Julius Cawein
The teasel and the horsemint spread
The hillside as with sunset, sown
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE TO WHOM HE HAD BEEN UNJUST
If I was angry once that you refused
The bread I asked and offered me a stone,
Deeming the rights of bounty thus abused
