Poems begining by T
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The Stranger
© Robert Nichols
Never am I so alone
As when I walk among the crowd
Blurred masks of stern or grinning stone,
Unmeaning eyes and voices loud.
Tanzweise
© Walther von der Vogelweide
"Lady," I said, "this garland wear!
For thou wilt wear it gracefully;
The Fallen Pine-Cone
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Across the wild sea-surges' ebb and flow;
Storm-winds of winter mellowed to a sigh,
Long-drawn and plaintive; or--how lingeringly!--
Soft echoes of the spring-tide's jocund breeze,
Blent with the summer south wind, murmuring low!
The Opening Run
© William Henry Ogilvie
The rain-sodden grass in the ditches is dying,
The berries are red to the crest of the thorn ;
The Ropewalk. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In that building, long and low,
With its windows all a-row,
Like the port-holes of a hulk,
Human spiders spin and spin,
Backward down their threads so thin
Dropping, each a hempen bulk.
The Surgeon At 2 A.M.
© Sylvia Plath
The white light is artificial, and hygienic as heaven.
The microbes cannot survive it.
To Austin Dobson
© William Watson
Yes! urban is your Muse, and owns
An empire based on London stones;
Yet flow'rs, as mountain violets sweet,
Spring from the pavement 'neath her feet.
Tentacles of Time
© Kabir
The Saints Have Died, The God-Messengers Die
The Life-Filled Yogis Die Too |
The Kings Die, The Subjects Die
The Healers and the Sick Die Too ||
The Path to the Woods
© Madison Julius Cawein
ITS friendship and its carelessness
Did lead me many a mile,
The Brothers
© Madison Julius Cawein
Not far from here, it lies beyond
That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take
This unused lane where brambles make
A wall of twilight, and the blond
Brier-roses pelt the path and flake
The margin waters of a pond.
The Tower Beyond Tragedy
© Robinson Jeffers
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You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
The Road to Roma Jail
© Vance Palmer
It's a long road, a cruel road, the road to Roma Jail,
birds in all the branches mocking as you pass,
the spiteful little soldier-bird, the stupid old jackass,
crying 'One, two three of them; riding head to tail'.
On the long road, the cruel road, the road to Roma Jail.
The Ships Of Yule
© Bliss William Carman
They stopped at every port to call
From Babylon to Rome,
To load with all the lovely things
We never had at home;
The Way Of Love
© Edith Nesbit
THE butterfly loves the rose,
He flutters around her bed,
Till the soft curled leaves unclose,
And she raises her darling head.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
HE ARGUES WITH HIS LIFE
My life, what strange mad garments hast thou on,
Now that I see thee truly and am wise!
Thou wild, lost Proteus, strangling and undone!
The Slave
© Jones Very
I saw him forging link by link his chain,
Yet while he felt its length he thought him free,
The Better Job
© Edgar Albert Guest
If I were running a factory
I'd stick up a sign for all to see,
I'd print it large and I'd nail it high
On every wall that the men walked by,
And I'd have it carry this sentence clear:
"The Better Job that you want is here!'*
