Poems begining by T
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The Goring
© Sylvia Plath
Arena dust rusted by four bulls' blood to a dull redness,
The afternoon at a bad end under the crowd's truculence,
The ritual death each time botched among dropped capes, ill-judged
stabs,
The strongest will seemed a will towards ceremony. Obese, dark-
Faced in his rich yellows, tassels, pompons, braid, the picador
The Poet's Delay
© Henry David Thoreau
IN vain I see the morning rise,
In vain observe the western blaze,
Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower
© William Wordsworth
Three years she grew in sun and shower,
Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower
On earth was never sown;
This Child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A Lady of my own.
The Burial Of Moliere
© Andrew Lang
Ah, Moliere, for that last time of all,
Man's hatred broke upon thee, and went by,
And did but make more fair thy funeral.
Though in the dark they hid thee stealthily,
Thy coffin had the cope of night for pall,
For torch, the stars along the windy sky!
The Sin Of Detection
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
SHE bowed her face among them all, as one
By one they rose and went. A little scorn
The Harebell
© Muriel Stuart
You give me no portent of impermanence
Though before sun goes you are long gone hence,
Your bright, inherited crown
Withered and fallen down.
The Feet of the Young Men
© Rudyard Kipling
He must go - go - go away from here!
On the other side the world he's overdue.
'Send your road is clear before you where the old Spring-fret comes o'er you,
And the Red Gods call for you!
The Far Future
© Henry Kendall
AUSTRALIA, advancing with rapid winged stride,
Shall plant among nations her banners in pride,
To My Lord and Master
© George MacDonald
Imagination cannot rise above thee;
Near and afar I see thee, and I love thee;
My misery away from me I thrust it,
For thy perfection I behold, and trust it.
The Prairie Battlements
© Vachel Lindsay
Alice has a prarie grave.
The King and Queen lie low,
And aged Grandma Silver Dreams,
Four toombstones in a row.
But still in snow and sunshine
Stands our ancestral hall.
The Girl That Married Another Man
© Harry Kemp
Oh, it's easy come and it's easy go
With most of the little girls I know,-
Haul away, my bullies!
The Lass Of Cessnock Banks
© Robert Burns
On Cessnock banks a lassie dwells,
Could I describe her shape and mien!
Our lasses a' she far excels--
An she has twa sparkling, rogueish een!
The Politician
© William Wilfred Campbell
Carven in leathern mask or brazen face,
Were I time's sculptor, I would set this man.
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. March
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A WEEK AT PARIS
When loud March from the East begins to blow,
And earth and heaven are black, then off we hie
By the night train to Paris, where we know
The Little Fat Doctor
© James Whitcomb Riley
He seemed so strange to me, every way--
In manner, and form, and size,
From the boy I knew but yesterday,--
I could hardly believe my eyes!
The Nest
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AT the Poet's life-core lying
Is a sheltered and sacred nest,
Where, as yet, unfledged for flying,
His callow fancies rest:
To The Future
© James Russell Lowell
O Land of Promise! from what Pisgah's height
Can I behold thy stretch of peaceful bowers,
The Recovery
© Thomas Traherne
To see us but receive, is such a sight
As makes His treasures infinite!
