Poems begining by T
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That Rock Was Christ
© John Newton
When Israel's tribes were parch'd with thirst,
Forth from the rock the waters burst;
And all their future journey through
Yielded them drink, and Gospel too!
The Land Of Kisses
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Where is the Land of Kisses,
Can you tell, tell, tell?
The Unusual Goose And The Imbecilic Woodcutter
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
And THE MORAL: It isn't much use,
As the woodcutter found to be true,
To lay for an innocent goose
Just because she is laying for you.
To His Worthy Friend Doctor Witty Upon His Translation Of T
© Andrew Marvell
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame,
Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name
The good Interpreter. Some in this task
Take of the Cypress vail, but leave a mask,
Two Easter Stanzas
© Vachel Lindsay
Though better men may fear that trumpets warning,
I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning,
With golden hope my spirit still adorning.
To The P.R.B.
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Woolner and Stephens, Collinson, Millais,
And my first brother, each and every one,
The Gardener XI: Come As You Are
© Rabindranath Tagore
Come as you are; do not loiter over
your toilet.
The Knight
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Our good knight, Ted, girds his broadsword on
(And he wields it well, I ween);
The Nightingale and Glow-worm
© William Cowper
Those Christians best deserve the name,
Who studiously make peace their aim;
Peace, both the duty and the prize
Of him that creeps and him that flies.
The Collar-Bone Of A Hare
© William Butler Yeats
WOULD I could cast a sad on the water
Where many a king has gone
The Vigil Of Venus
© Allen Tate
I
Tomorrow let loveless, let lover tomorrow make love :
O spring, singing spring, spring of the world renew!
In spring lovers consent and the birds marry
When the grove receives in her hair the nuptial dew.
Tidings
© Roderic Quinn
THE darkness gripped us, hot, intense;
The sea snored like some sleeping brute;
We stood alert, with every sense
Like some leashed hound, nerve-thrilled, acute.
The Blind Summit
© William Watson
[A Viennese gentleman, who had climbed the Hoch-König
without a guide, was found dead, in a sitting posture, near the
summit, upon which he had written, "It is cold, and clouds shut
out the view."-Vide the Daily News of September 10, 1891.]
To the Memory of a young Commander slain in a Battle with the Indians, 1724.
© Mather Byles
I.
While rosey Cheeks their Bloom confess,
And Youth thy Bosom warms,
Let Vertue, and let Knowledge dress,
Thy Mind in brighter Charms.
The Plaint Human
© James Whitcomb Riley
Season of snows, and season of flowers,
Seasons of loss and gain!--
Since grief and joy must alike be ours,
Why do we still complain?
The Festival Of The Aisne
© Madison Julius Cawein
IMPERIAL Madness, will of hand,
Builds vast an altar here, and rears
Before the world, on godly land,
A Moloch form of blood and tears.
The Valse
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When to sweet music my lady is dancing
My heart to mild frenzy her beauty inspires.
Tu Boca (Your Mouth)
© Delmira Agustini
Yo hacía una divina labor, sobre la roca
Creciente del Orgullo. De la vida lejana,
Algún pétalo vívido me voló en la mañana,
Algún beso en la noche. Tenaz como una loca,
Sequía mi divina labor sobre la roca.
The Elms
© Aldous Huxley
For a while only. Rooted strong and fast,
Soon will they lift towards the summer sky
Their mountain-mass of clotted greenery.
Their immaterial season quickly past,
They grow opaque, and therefore needs must die,
Since every earth to earth returns at last.
The Last Contention
© George Meredith
Young captain of a crazy bark!
O tameless heart in battered frame!
Thy sailing orders have a mark,
And hers is not the name.
