Poems begining by T
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The Meeting. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
After so long an absence
At last we meet agin:
Does the meeting give us pleasure,
Or does it give us pain?
The Labourer
© George Meredith
For a Heracles in his fighting ire there is never the glory that
follows
The Over-Song Of Niagara
© John Daniel Logan
WHY stand ye, nurslings of Earth, before my gates,
Mouthing aloud my glory and my thrall?
The Fop's Blouse
© Vladimir Mayakovsky
I will sew myself black trousers
from the velvet of my voice.
And from three yards of sunset, a yellow blouse.
Along the world's main street, along its glossy lanes,
I will saunter with the gait of Don Juan, a fop.
To The Golden Heart That He Wore Around His Neck
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And seeks the forest green,
Proof of imprisonment he bears behind him,
A morsel of the thread once used to bind him;
The New Zealot To The Sun
© Herman Melville
Persian, you rise
Aflame from climes of sacrifice
Where adulators sue,
And prostrate man, with brow abased,
Adheres to rites whose tenor traced
All worship hitherto.
The Homecomers Song
© Edgar Albert Guest
Then it's home once again,
Where the dear ones await,
And it's back in the land of the free;
And it's back once again
In my own native state,
This country's the country for me.
To A Noisy Contemporary
© Weldon Kees
Your egos bad dream drums that vision
Encountered on page one, pages three to eighty-nine.
Count the wound-up places where we went aground.
As an entertainment, zero. Hero horror. Try the line
The Old Year
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O good old Year! this night's your last.
And must you go? With you I've passed
Some days that bear revision.
For these I'd thank you, ere you make
That after Horrorthat 'twas us
© Emily Dickinson
That after Horrorthat 'twas us
That passed the mouldering Pier
Just as the Granite Crumb let go
Our Savior, by a Hair
To Edward Dowden: On Receiving From Him A Copy Of "The Life Of Shelley"
© William Watson
First, ere I slake my hunger, let me thank
The giver of the feast. For feast it is,
The Higher Brotherhood
© Madison Julius Cawein
To come in touch with mysteries
Of beauty idealizing Earth,
Go seek the hills, grown old with trees,
The old hills wise with death and birth.
The Tamarisk Hedge
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I know that there are slumbrous woods beyond
On islands of white marges, where the tide
The Story of Flying Robert
© Heinrich Hoffmann
When the rain comes tumbling down
In the country or the town,
All good little girls and boys
Stay at home and mind their toys.
Tour Abroad of Wilfrid the Great
© Alexander MacGregor Rose
W'en Queen Victoria calls her peup's
For mak' some Jubilee,
She sen' for men from all de worl' -
And from her colonie.
The Crown Of Thorns
© Ada Cambridge
In bitterest sorrow did the ground bring forth
Its fatal seed. Thine eye beheld the birth-
Beheld the travail of accursèd earth;
E'en then, O Lord! in greater love than wrath!
