Poems begining by T
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The Gardener's Boy
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
ALL day I have fed on lilied thoughts of her,"
The gardener's boy sang in Gethsemane.
"She is quick, her garments make a lovely stir,
Like the wind going in an almond tree.
She is young, she hath doves' eyes, and like the vine
Her hands enclose me,hers as she is mine.
The Sonnet
© Edith Wharton
PURE form, that like some chalice of old time
Contain'st the liquid of the poet's thought
Within thy curving hollow, gem-enwrought
With interwoven traceries of rhyme,
The Last Ditch
© Edith Nesbit
LOVE, through your varied views on Art
Untiring have I followed you,
Content to know I had your heart
And was your Art-ideal, too.
Thy Flowers Change Colour
© Robert Herrick
These fresh beauties, we can prove,
Once were virgins, sick of love,
Turn'd to flowers: still in some,
Colours go and colours come.
Twilight Night
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
We met, hand to hand,
We clasped hands close and fast,
As close as oak and ivy stand;
But it is past:
Come day, come night, day comes at last.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter XI - Guido
© Robert Browning
YOU ARE the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichitwo good Tuscan names:
The Subway
© Allen Tate
Till broken in the shift of quieter
Dense altitudes tangential of your steel,
I am become geometries, and glut
Expansions like a blind astronomer
Dazed, while the worldless heavens bulge and reel
In the cold revery of an idiot.
The Men Who Made Australia
© Henry Lawson
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push,
Therell be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trap
The Angel In The House. Book II. The Epilogue
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
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Ah, dearest Wife, a fresh-lit fire
To The Picture Of A Lady
© Frances Anne Kemble
Lady, sweet lady, I behold thee yet,
With thy pale brow, brown eyes, and solemn air,
To the Snowdrop
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Like pendent flakes of vegetating snow,
The early herald of the infant year,
Ere yet the adventurous crocus dares to blow,
Beneath the orchard boughs thy buds appear.
The Candle
© Katherine Mansfield
By my bed, on a little round table
The Grandmother placed a candle.
She gave me three kisses telling me they were three
dreams
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XVI. -- Queen Thuri And
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Northward over Drontheim,
Flew the clamorous sea-gulls,
Sang the lark and linnet
From the meadows green;
The Darkened Mind
© James Russell Lowell
The fire is turning clear and blithely,
Pleasantly whistles the winter wind;
We are about thee, thy friends and kindred,
On us all flickers the firelight kind;
There thou sittest in thy wonted corner
Lone and awful in thy darkened mind.
Tortoise
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
On the stony spurs of Pierius
The Muses conducted the first round dance
So like bees, blind lyrists might give us Ionic honey.
A great chill blew
The True Knight
© Stephen Hawes
FOR knighthood is not in the feats of warre,
As for to fight in quarrel right or wrong,
The Story of the Inky Boys
© Heinrich Hoffmann
As he had often done before,
The woolly-headed Black-a-moor
One nice fine summer's day went out
To see the shops, and walk about;
The Bush Fire
© Henry Lawson
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,
Than the terrible silence where drought is fought out there in the western hell;
And better the rattle of rifles near, or the thunder on deck at sea,
Than the soundmost hellish of all to hearof a fire where it should not be.
The Destroying Angel or The Poet's Dream
© William Topaz McGonagall
I dreamt a dream the other night
That an Angel appeared to me, clothed in white.
Oh! it was a beautiful sight,
Such as filled my heart with delight.
