Poems begining by T
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The Doomedregard the Sunrise
© Emily Dickinson
The Doomedregard the Sunrise
With different Delight
Becausewhen next it burns abroad
They doubt to witness it
The Captive
© Forough Farrokhzad
want you, yet I know that never
can I embrace you to my heart's content.
you are that clear and bright sky.
I, in this corner of the cage, am a captive bird.
To
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Mine is a wayward lay;
And, if its echoing rhymes I try to string,
Proveth a truant thing,
Whenso some names I love, send it away!
The Ghost's Return
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Skirlin' an' birlin', tunin' an' croonin',
Reelin' an' skreelin', they piped doun the glen,
Lang Hugh an' black Sandie, Ian Dhu an' wee Dandie,
Wha wad na gang wi' the braw Hielan'men?
Talent And Genius
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
I.
ON the high road travelling steady,
Sure, alert, and ever ready,
Prompt to seize all fit occasion,
The Son's Sorrow
© William Morris
The King has asked of his son so good,
Why art thou hushed and heavy of mood?
O fair it is to ride abroad.
Thou playest not, and thou laughest not;
All thy good game is clean forgot.
That For Money!
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Sallust, I know you of old,
How you hate the sight of gold--
"Idle ingots that encumber
Mother Earth"--I've got your number.
The Pledge
© Adelaide Crapsey
White doves of Cytherea, by your quest
Across the blue Heaven's bluest highest air,
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. August
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON THE THAMES
The river Thames has many a dear delight
In summer days for souls which know not guile,
Or souls too careless of the vain world's spite
The Key Note
© Ambrose Bierce
I dreamed I was dreaming one morn as I lay
In a garden with flowers teeming.
On an island I lay in a mystical bay,
In the dream I dreamed I was dreaming.
To The Earl Of Doncaster
© John Donne
SEE, sir, how, as the sun's hot masculine flame
Begets strange creatures on Nile's dirty slime,
The Waking Year
© Emily Dickinson
A Lady redamid the Hill
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!
The Messenger-Bird
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou art come from the spirits' land, thou bird!
Thou art come from the spirits' land!
Through the dark pine-grove let thy voice be heard,
And tell of the shadowy band!
The Shadow Of Dawn
© William Ernest Henley
The shadow of Dawn;
Stillness and stars and over-mastering dreams
Of Life and Death and Sleep;
Heard over gleaming flats, the old, unchanging sound
Of the old, unchanging Sea.
The Loss Is Not So Great
© Edgar Albert Guest
It is better as it is: I have failed but I can sleep;
Though the pit I now am in is very dark and deep
I can walk to-morrow's streets and can meet to-morrow's men
Unashamed to face their gaze as I go to work again.
To Boris Pasternak
© Anna Akhmatova
It ceased the voice, inimitable here,
The peer of groves left forever us,
He changed himself into eternal ear...
Into the rain, of that sang more than once.
The Dark One Is Krishna
© Mirabai
Mira says: Dark One,
I've waited--
it's time to take my songs
into the street.
The Kine Of My Father
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
All through the night did I hear the banshee keening
Somewhere you are dying, and nothing can I do;
My hair with the wind, and my two hands clasped in anguish;
Bitter is your troubleand I am far from you.
The Land Of The Gone-Away Souls
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Oh! that is a beautiful land, I wis,
The land of the Gone-away Souls.
Yes, a lovelier region by far than this
(Though this is a world most fair).
The goodliest goal of all good goals,
Else why do our friends stay there?
To The Poet Whittier. On His 70th Birthday.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
FROM this far realm of pines I waft thee now
A brother's greeting, Poet, tried and true;
So thick the laurels on thy reverend brow,
We scarce can see the white locks glimmering through!
