Poems begining by T
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Three-Legged Man
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Well now friends you'll never guess it so I really must confess it
I just met the sweetest woman of my long dismal life.
But a friend of mine said, "Buddy, just in case your mind is muddy,
Don't you know that girl you're fooling with is Peg-Leg Johnson's wife.
The Wild Huntsman
© Sir Walter Scott
The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn,
To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo!
His fiery courser snuffs the morn,
And thronging serfs their lord pursue.
The Caged Thrush
© Robert Fuller Murray
Alas for the bird who was born to sing!
They have made him a cage; they have clipped his wing;
The Peaceful Warriors
© Edgar Albert Guest
Let others sing their songs of war
And chant their hymns of splendid death,
To Giovanni Bellini
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Thou didst not slight with vain and partial scorn
The inspirations of our nature's youth,
Knowing that Beauty, wheresoe'er 'tis born,
Must ever be the foster--child of Truth.
The Mortal Lease
© Edith Wharton
Because we have this knowledge in our veins,
Shall we deny the journeys gathered lore
The great refusals and the long disdains,
The stubborn questing for a phantom shore,
The sleepless hopes and memorable pains,
And all mortalitys immortal gains?
To My First Born
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Fair tiny rosebud! what a tide
Of hidden joy, oerpowring, deep,
Of grateful love, of womans pride,
Thrills through my heart till I must weep
With bliss to look on thee, my son,
My first born childmy darling one!
Three Poems By Heart
© Zbigniew Herbert
I can't find the title
of a memory about you
with a hand torn from darkness
I step on fragments of faces
The Treasures Of The Deep
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
What hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells?
Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main!
-Pale glistening pearls, and rainbow-colour'd shells,
Bright things which gleam unreck'd-of, and in vain!
-Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy sea!
We ask not such from thee.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto VI.
© Sir Walter Scott
XI
Albert Graeme.
It was an English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
And she would marry a Scottish knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.
Toward the Temple of Heaped Fragrance
© Wang Wei
Not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance,
Under miles of mountain-cloud I have wandered
The Enquiry
© Charles Harpur
O SAY, if into sudden storm
Some future cloud we may not shun
Should burst, and Loves bright world deform,
His and your Poet leaving one
Scorning and scorned of heartless men,
Beloved, would you love me then?
They Say:
© Victor Marie Hugo
They say:"Be prudent" - and then comes this dithyramb:
Who thinks to strike Nero
"Tiptoes in and does not first cry out an iamb
"Nor make a bugle blow
The Bowge of Courte
© John Skelton
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyne
By radyante hete enryped hath our corne
The Wound
© Gwen Harwood
The tenth day, and they give
my mirror back. Who knows
how to drink pain, and live?
I look, and the glass shows
the truth, fine as a hair,
of the scalpel's wounding care.
To His Mistress
© Ovid
YOUR husband will be with us at the Treat;
May that be the last Supper he shall Eat.
Thirteenth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
On Sinai's top, in prayer and trance,
Full forty nights and forty days
The Prophet watched for one dear glance
Of thee and of Thy ways:
