Poems begining by T
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The Shattered Dream
© Edgar Albert Guest
I WAS somewhere off in Europe spending money like a king,
Owned a yacht like J. P. Morgan's, when the 'phone began to ring;
I was entertaining princes, dukes and earls, when wifie said:
"It's the telephone that's ringing, you must hustle out of bed."
And I wandered down the stairway, grumbling o'er my vanished joy,
Growled: "Hello;" and then he shouted: "You're an uncle! It's a boy!"
The Age of a Dream
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
Gone now, the carven work! Ruined, the golden shrine!
No more the glorious organs pour their voice divine;
No more rich frankincense drifts through the Holy Place:
Now from the broken tower, what solemn bell still tolls,
Mourning what piteous death? Answer, O saddened souls!
Who mourn the death of beauty and the death of grace.
The Leaf
© Duncan Campbell Scott
This silver-edged geranium leaf
Is one sign of a bitter grief
Whose symbols are a myriad more;
They cluster round a carven stone
Where she who sleeps is never alone
For two hearts at the core,
The Wind Returns; My Little Courtyard is Green and Overgrown
© Li Yu
The wind returns; my little courtyard is green and overgrown,
The willows seem to have grown again this spring.
The Fairy's Gift
© Andrew Lang
The Fays that to my christ'ning came
(For come they did, my nurses taught me),
The Souls Mutiny
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I saw a galley passing to the West,
Its silken sails aglow as if with blood,
When the red sun dropped down into his nest,
And hurled his level spears across the flood.
This is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong
© Edward Thomas
This is no case of petty right or wrong
That politicians or philosophers
Thoughts On An Ancient Site:Birthplace Of Wang Qiang
© Du Fu
Through flocks of mountains, myriad valleys,
I arrive in Jingmen,
where Ming-fei was born and bred--*
the village is still there.
Two Minds
© Sara Teasdale
Your mind and mine are such great lovers they
Have freed themselves from cautious human clay,
The Mirror Of Diana
© Mathilde Blind
Mild as a metaphor of Sleep,
Immaculately maiden-white,
The Queen Moon of ancestral night
Beholds her image in the deep:
As if a-gaze she beams above
Lake Nemi's magic glass of love.
The Two Loves
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Smoothing soft the nestling head
Of a maiden fancy-led,
Thus a grave-eyed woman said:
The Death And Dying Words Of Poor Mailie
© Robert Burns
Wi' glowrin een, and lifted han's
Poor Hughoc like a statue stan's;
He saw her days were near-hand ended,
But, wae's my heart! he could na mend it!
He gaped wide, but naething spak,
At length poor Mailie silence brak.
The Pillar Box
© Katherine Mansfield
The pillar box is fat and red,
The pillar box is high;
It has the flattest sort of head
And not a nose or eye,
But just one open nigger mouth
That grins when I go by.
The Moors
© Edith Nesbit
NOT in rich glebe and ripe green garden only
Does Summer weave her sweet resistless spells,
To James Bromley With "Wordsworth's Grave"
© William Watson
Ere vandal lords with lust of gold accurst
Deface each hallowed hillside we revere--
The Orchard
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Almond, apple, and peach,
Walnut, cherry, plum,
Ash, chestnut, and beech,
And lime and sycamore
We have planted for days to come;
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON FALLING ILL THROUGH GRIEF
Truce to thee, Soul! I have a debt to pay,
Which I acknowledge and without thy pleading.
I like thee little that thou barrest my way
The Telegraph Clerk
© Anonymous
Sitting here by my desk all day,
Hearing the constant click
As the messages speed on their way,
And the call comes sharp and quick--
