Poems begining by T
/ page 139 of 916 /
The Convent
© William Lisle Bowles
If chance some pensive stranger, hither led,
His bosom glowing from majestic views,
The Rose
© William Cowper
The rose had been washed, just washed in a shower
Which Mary to Anna conveyed;
The plentiful moisture encumbered the flower,
And weighed down its beautiful head.
The Modern Saint
© Matthew Prior
Her time with equal prudence Silvia shares,
First writes her billet-doux, then says her prayers,
The Dainty Virtue
© Gamaliel Bradford
She fled me through the meadow,
She fled me o'er the hill.
With such a fling she fled, oh,
She may be flying still.
Tintagel
© Muriel Stuart
DEAD man! will you ride with me,
As you rode that night of yore,
Will you ride with me, once more
To Tintagel by the sea?
To The Water-nymphs Drinking At The Fountain
© Robert Herrick
Reach with your whiter hands to me
Some crystal of the spring;
And I about the cup shall see
Fresh lilies flourishing.
The Last Furrow
© Edwin Markham
THE SPIRIT OF EARTH with still, restoring hands,
Mid ruin moves, in glimmering chasm gropes,
The Graveyard By The Sea
© Paul Valéry
Sure treasure, simple shrine to intelligence,
Palpable calm, visible reticence,
Proud-lidded water, Eye wherein there wells
Under a film of fire such depth of sleep --
O silence! . . . Mansion in my soul, you slope
Of gold, roof of a myriad golden tiles.
The Suicide's Grave
© William Schwenck Gilbert
On a tree by a river a little tomtit
Sang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!"
To The Survivors
© Henrik Johan Ibsen
NOW they sing the hero loud; --
But they sing him in his shroud.
"Thought is Surrounded by a Halo"
© Gwen Harwood
Show me the order of the world,
the hard-edge light of this-is-so
prior to all experience
and common to both world and thought,
no model, but the truth itself.
The House Of Dreams
© Sara Teasdale
I built a little House of Dreams,
And fenced it all about,
But still I heard the Wind of Truth
That roared without.
The Gift Of Poetry
© Thomas Parnell
It comes it comes with unaccustomd light,
The tracts of airy Thought grow wondrous bright,
Its notions ancient Memory reviews,
& Young Invention new design pursues,
To some attempt my will & wishes press,
& pleasure raisd in hope forebodes success.
The Miserere
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
Not of the earth that music! all things fade;
Vanish the pictured walls! and, one by one,
The starry candles silently expire!
The Birth Of Love
© William Wordsworth
When Love was born of heavenly line,
What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera's joy!
Till Venus cried, "A mother's heart is mine;
None but myself shall nurse my boy,"
The English Graves
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
For these were simple men that loved with hands and feet and eyes,
Whose souls were humbled to the hills and narrowed to the skies,
The hundred little lands within one little land that lie,
Where Severn seeks the sunset isles or Sussex scales the sky.
The Dread Beyond Death
© Roderic Quinn
WHY do you shudder and stare,
Grown cold in a moment and white?
The moon's at her full, and the air
Is flooded with wonderful light.
The Unknown Should Be Good
© Eli Siegel
It was a dark corridor.
Down that corridor, in darkness, went someone
whom you could adore.
But she wasn't seen by you;
