Poems begining by T
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The Prophet
© George MacDonald
Speak, Prophet of the Lord! We may not start
To find thee with us in thine ancient dress,
The Last Giustianini
© Edith Wharton
O WIFE, wife, wife! As if the sacred name
Could weary one with saying! Once again
Laying against my brow your lips' soft flame,
Join with me, Sweetest, in love's new refrain,
Since the whole music of my late-found life
Is that we call each other "husband -- wife."
The Two Lovers Of Heaven: Chrysanthus And Daria - Act I
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Chrysanthus is seen seated near a writing table on which are several
books: he is reading a small volume with deep attention.
The Turtle And Sparrow. An Elegiac Tale
© Matthew Prior
Stretch'd on the bier Columbo lies,
Pale are his cheeks, and closed his eyes;
Those eyes, where beauty smiling lay,
Those eyes, where Love was used to play;
Ah! cruel Fate, alas how soon
That beauty and those joys are flown!
The Church Of Brou
© Matthew Arnold
Down the Savoy valleys sounding,
Echoing round this castle old,
'Mid the distant mountain-chalets
Hark! what bell for church is toll'd?
To The Author Of The "Victorian Poets."
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SO keen, so clear thy genius, that no mist
Of subtlest praise can baffle or delay
The lance-like, swift illuminating ray,
Wherewith, O art-enamored annalist,
Three Men Of Gotham
© Thomas Love Peacock
Seamen three! What men be ye?
Gothams three wise men we be.
Whither in your bowl so free?
To rake the moon from out the sea.
The Ancient Beasts
© Arthur Rimbaud
The ancient beasts bred even on the run,
their glans encrusted with blood and excrement.
Our forefathers displayed their members proudly
by the fold of the sheath and the grain of the scrotum.
The Sweetness Of England
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
And when, at last
Escaped,-so many a green slope built on slope
To John Nichol: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
FRIEND of the dead, and friend of all my days
Even since they cast off boyhood, I salute
To A Youthful Friend
© George Gordon Byron
Few years have pass'd since thou and I
Were firmest friends, at least in name,
And childhood's gay sincerity
Preserved our feelings long the same.
The Bastard
© Richard Savage
Is chance a guilt? that my disastrous heart,
For mischief never meant; must ever smart?
Can self-defence be sin?-Ah, plead no more!
What though no purposed malice stained thee o'er?
Had Heaven befriended thy unhappy side,
Thou hadst not been provoked-or thou hadst died.
The Contented Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'VE had a heap of fun and I've had a heap of sorrow,
I've had a heap of pleasure and I've had a heap of pain,
The Beaks Of Eagles
© Robinson Jeffers
An eagle's nest on the head of an old redwood on one of the
precipice-footed ridges
"There Are the Words..."
© Anna Akhmatova
There are the words that couldnt be twice said,
He, who said once, spent out all his senses.
Only two things have never their end
The heavens blue and the Creators mercy.
