Poems begining by T
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The Missionary - Canto Fifth
© William Lisle Bowles
Three years have passed since a fond husband left
Me and this infant, of his love bereft;
Him I have followed; need I tell thee more,
Cast helpless, friendless, hopeless, on this shore.
The Approach Of Christmas
© Edgar Albert Guest
There's a little chap at our house that is being mighty good--
Keeps the front lawn looking tidy in the way we've said he should;
Doesn't leave his little wagon, when he's finished with his play,
On the sidewalk as he used to; now he puts it right away.
When we call him in to supper, we don't have to stand and shout;
It is getting on to Christmas and it's plain he's found it out.
The Lady Poverty
© Alice Meynell
The Lady Poverty was fair:
But she has lost her looks of late,
With change of times and change of air.
Ah slattern, she neglects her hair,
Her gown, her shoes. She keeps no state
As once when her pure feet were bare.
The Ghost-Seer
© James Russell Lowell
Ye who, passing graves by night,
Glance not to the left or right,
To Alexander Pope, Esq.
© Mary Barber
Accept, illustrious Shade! these artless Lays;
My Soul this Homage, to thy Virtue pays:
Led by that sacred Light, a Stranger--Muse
Attempts those Paths, which abler Feet refuse;
In distant Climes thy Virtue she admires,
In distant Climes thy Worth her Strain inspires.
The Cake That Drifts In Water
© Ho Xuan Huong
My body is both white and round.
In water I may sink or swim.
The hand the kneads me may be rough,
But I still shall keep my true-red heart.
Two-An'-Six
© Claude McKay
Merry voices chatterin',
Nimble feet dem patterin',
Big an' little, faces gay,
Happy day dis market day.
The Colossus
© Sylvia Plath
I shall never get you put together entirely,
Pieced, glued, and properly jointed.
Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles
Proceed from your great lips.
It's worse than a barnyard.
Tempe
© Richard Monckton Milnes
We are in Tempe, Peneus glides below,--
That is Olympus,--we are wondering
Where, in old history, Xerxes the great King,
Wondered. How strangely pleasant this to know!
The Ballad Of The New Arrival
© Edgar Albert Guest
Prince, at your pleasures I sneeze,
You to riches and glory may bow,
But my joy is greater than these,
There's another to welcome me now.
Trilce
© Cesar Vallejo
Hay un lugar que yo me sé
en este mundo, nada menos,
adonde nunca llegaremos.
The Weeping Garden
© Boris Pasternak
Its terrible! all drip and listening.
Whether, as ever, its loneliness,
splashing a branch, like lace, on the window,
or whether perhaps theres a witness.
Tis Finished
© Henry Clay Work
'Tis finished! 'tis ended!
The dread and awful task is done;
Tho' wounded and bleeding,
'tis ours to sing the vict'ry won,
Our nation is ransom'd-our enemies are overthrown
And now, now commoners, the brightest era ever known.
The Aungeles Song On Pask Day.
© Thomas Hoccleve
The grevous iourney þat thu took on hande, hath clerly maad, to eueri wight appere,In sothfastnesse to see & vnderstonde,To þat only was thi talent & thi chiereSo suffisaunt, lo,that oure raunsoum were Superhabundaunt over þat was due;Honured be thu, blisseful lord Ihesu!
On thursday, a noble soper þou made, Where thu ordeyned first thi sacrament;But muchë more it doth oure hertës glade,The worthi dyner of this day present,In which þou schewest thi self omnipotent, Rising from deth to lyve, it is ful trewe:Honured be thu, blisful lord Ihesu!
Now for this festë schal we say the graces, And worthi is, with alle oure diligence,And thank the here, & [eke] in allë places,Of thi ful bountevous benevolence,Thi myght, thi grace, thi souereyn excellence: Thu art the ground & welle of alle vertue:Honured be thu, blisfull lord Ihesu!
The Lust of the Eyes
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
I care not for my Ladys soul
Though I worship before her smile;
I care not where be my Ladys goal
When her beauty shall lose its wile.
The Cloud Messenger - Part 03
© Kalidasa
Where the palaces are worthy of comparison to you in these various aspects:
you possess lightning, they have lovely women; you have a rainbow, they are
furnished with pictures; they have music provided by resounding drums, you
produce deep, gentle rumbling; you have water within, they have floors made
of gemstones; you are lofty, their rooftops touch the sky;
