Poems begining by T
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The Things They Mustn't Touch
© Edgar Albert Guest
Been down to the art museum an' looked at a thousand things,
The bodies of ancient mummies an' the treasures of ancient kings,
An' some of the walls were lovely, but some of the things weren't much,
But all had a rail around 'em, an' all wore a sign "Don't touch."
The Black Hound
© Roderic Quinn
WHITE-TOOTHED is the Black Hound,
And ever, as he comes after,
There is no sweetness in wine,
Nor is there joyance in laughter.
The Annunciation And Passion
© John Donne
TAMELY, frail body, abstain to-day ; to-day
My soul eats twice, Christ hither and away.
The Domestic Tudor's Position
© Joseph Hall
A gentle squire would gladly entertain
Into his house some trencher chapelain;
The Death-Raven (From The Danish Of Oehlenslaeger)
© George Borrow
"The wealthy bird came towering,
Came scowering,
O'er hill and stream.
'Look here, look here, thou needy bird,
How gay my feathers gleam.'
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 02:
© Conrad Aiken
You readwhat is it, then that you are reading?
What music moves so silently in your mind?
Your bright hand turns the page.
I watch you from my window, unsuspected:
You move in an alien land, a silent age . . .
The Coming War
© Sam Walter Foss
"There will be a war in Europe,
Thrones will be rent and overturned,"
("Go and fetch a pail of water," said his wife).
"Nations shall go down in slaughter,
The Tryst
© Muriel Stuart
I raised the veil, I loosed the bands,
I took the dead thing from its place.
Like a warm stream in frozen lands
My lips went wandering on her face,
My hands burnt in her hands.
The Hurricane
© Jose Maria de Heredia y Campuzano
Lord of the winds! I feel thee nigh,
I know thy breath in the burning sky!
And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,
For the coming of the hurricane!
The Summer Girl
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
She's the jauntiest of creatures, she's the daintiest of misses,
With her pretty patent leathers or her alligator ties,
With her eyes inviting glances and her lips inviting kisses,
As she wanders by the ocean or strolls under country skies.
The Anvil
© Rudyard Kipling
There shall be one people-it shall serve one Lord-
(Neither Priest nor Baron shall escape!)
It shall have one speech and law, soul and strength and sword.
England's being hammered, hammered, hammered into shape!
Terre Promise
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Even now the fragrant darkness of her hair
Had brushed my cheek; and once, in passing by,
Her hand upon my hand lay tranquilly:
What things unspoken trembled in the air!
The Passover In The Holy Family (For A Drawing)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Here meet together the prefiguring day
And day prefigured. Eating, thou shalt stand,
The Orphan
© Ann Taylor
MY father and mother are dead,
Nor friend, nor relation I know;
And now the cold earth is their bed,
And daisies will over them grow.
The Bother
© Rudyard Kipling
Hastily Adam our driver swallowed a curse in the darkness-
Petrol nigh at end and something wrong with a sprocket
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XV. -- A Little Bird In
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A little bird in the air
Is singing of Thyri the fair,
The Blasted Fig-Tree
© John Newton
One aweful word which Jesus spoke,
Against the tree which bore no fruit;
More piercing than the lightning's stroke,
Blasted and dried it to the root.
The Lady With The Sewing-Machine
© Dame Edith Sitwell
Across the fields as green as spinach,
Cropped as close as Time to Greenwich,
