Poems begining by T
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The Unreturning
© Bliss William Carman
The old eternal spring once more
Comes back the sad eternal way,
With tender rosy light before
The going-out of day.
The Two Masks
© George Meredith
Melpomene among her livid people,
Ere stroke of lyre, upon Thaleia looks,
The Defence
© Henry King
Piensan los Enamorados
Que tienen los otros, los oios quebranta dos.
VVhy slightest thou what I approve?
Thou art no Peer to try my love,
The Wharf On ThamesSide; Winter Dawn
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Day begins cold and misty on soiled snow
That frost has ridged and crusted. Sound of steps
Comes, then a shape emerges from the mist
Without haste, trudging tracks the feet know well,
Tolands Invitation To Dismal To Dine With The Calves Head Club
© Jonathan Swift
If, dearest Dismal, you for once can dine
Upon a single dish, and tavern wine,
Toland to you this invitation sends,
To eat the calfs head with your trusty friends.
The Unreturning
© Wilfred Owen
Suddenly night crushed out the day and hurled
Her remnants over cloud-peaks, thunder-walled.
Then fell a stillness such as harks appalled
When far-gone dead return upon the world.
To Frances S. Osgood
© Edgar Allan Poe
Thou wouldst be loved?--then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not;
Till All the Bad Things Came Untrue
© Henry Lawson
BY blacksoil plains burned grey with drought
Where desert shrubs and grasses grow,
The Shadow Of Death
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I PRAY you, when the shadow of death draws nigh,
To bear me out beneath the unmeasured heaven;
I fain would hear the pine-trees' slumberous sigh,
And watch the cloud flotillas drifted high,
The Beautiful Land of Australia
© Anonymous
CHORUS
Currabubula, Bogolong,
Ulladulla, Gerringong.
If you wouldn't become an ourang-outang,
Don't go to the bush of Australia.
The Prayer
© Jones Very
Wilt Thou not visit me?
The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew;
And every blade of grass I see,
From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.
The Valley Of Dry Bones
© Ambrose Bierce
And that ornithanthropical person tried
By flapping his arms on the air to ride;
But I knew by the way that he clacked his bill
He was just the poor, featherless biped, Dave Hill.
The Coming Of War
© Leon Gellert
Strong from the hills it comes, and flowing
rivers;
Swift from the waters of the rising seas;
Swift on the chilling heart that waits and quivers
To Robert Burns
© James Whitcomb Riley
Sweet Singer that I loe the maist
O' ony, sin' wi' eager haste
I smacket bairn-lips ower the taste
O' hinnied sang,
I hail thee, though a blessed ghaist
In Heaven lang!
To Leslie
© Lesbia Harford
Across the sea
Come homeward ships
With freight of boys.
And still must we
Forgo the joys
Of meeting lips.
The Heart Breaking
© Abraham Cowley
It gave a piteous groan, and so it broke;
In vain it something would have spoke:
The love within too strong for 't was,
Like poison put into a Venice-glass.
The Bonie Wee Thing
© Robert Burns
Wishfully I look and languish
In that bonie face o' thine,
And my heart it sounds wi' anguish,
Lest my wee thing be na mine.
The Secret Sits
© Robert Frost
We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.
Temper Of Time
© Sylvia Plath
An ill wind is stalking
While evil stars whir
And all the gold apples
Go bad to the core.
