Poems begining by T
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To The Clouds
© Mikhail Lermontov
Clouds--ye eternal wanderers in hunting grounds of air,
High o'er the verdant Steppes, wide through the blue of heaven--
Coursing fraternal,--say, must ye exiled as I
From the beloved North to the far South be driven?
The World Within Us
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
PERCHANCE our inward world may partly be
But outward Nature's fine epitome;
Now, o'er it floats some cloud of tender pain
Too frail to hold the sad reserves of rain;
The Disinterred Warrior
© William Cullen Bryant
Gather him to his grave again,
And solemnly and softly lay,
Thus, Woman, Principle Of Life, Speaker Of The Ideal
© Paul Eluard
Between the sands of night and the waves of day
Between earth and water
No ripple to erase
No road possible
The Flag
© Arthur Symons
I lay a tattered flag before your feet
In sign of conquest. Conquerors ate proud
The Road
© Boris Pasternak
Down into the ravine, then forward
Up the embankment to the top,
The ribbon of the road runs snaking
Through wood and field without a stop.
The Beggar
© Mikhail Lermontov
By gates of an abode, blessed,
A man stood, asking for donation,
A beggar, cruelly oppressed
By hunger, thirst and deprivation.
The Rainbird
© Bliss William Carman
I HEAR a rainbird singing
Far off. How fine and clear
His plaintive voice comes ringing
With rapture to the ear!
The Wood By The Sea
© Duncan Campbell Scott
I DWELL in the wood that is dark and kind
But afar off tolls the main,
Afar, far off I hear the wind,
And the roving of the rain.
To A Female Friend
© Emil Aarestrup
Your lips bewitch with sweet enchantment,
Your gaze reveals a deep abyss;
Your voice contains unearthly music,
A wondrous strain of dreamlike bliss.
The Banks Of Wye - Book II
© Robert Bloomfield
Return, my Llewellyn, the glory
That heroes may gain o'er the sea,
Though nations may feel
Their invincible steel,
By falsehood is tarnish'd in story;
Why tarry, Llewellyn, from me?
Tuesday Before Easter
© John Keble
"Fill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour
The dews oblivious: for the Cross is sharp,
The Cross is sharp, and He
Is tenderer than a lamb.
The Letter
© John Hall Wheelock
The night is measureless, no voice, no cry,
Pierces the dark in which the planet swings --
The Turning Dervish
© Arthur Symons
Stars in the heavens turn,
I worship like a star,
And in its footsteps learn
Where peace and wisdom are.
The River
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
UP among the dew-lit fallows
Slight but fair it took its rise,
And through rounds of golden shallows
Brightened under broadening skies;
The Mother Of A Poet
© Sara Teasdale
She is too kind, I think, for mortal things,
Too gentle for the gusty ways of earth;
God gave to her a shy and silver mirth,
And made her soul as clear
The Mother
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"Ho! "said the child, "how fine the horses go,
With nodding plumes, with measured step and slow
The Cross
© Madison Julius Cawein
The cross I bear no man shall know--
No man can ease the cross I bear!--
Alas! the thorny path of woe
Up the steep hill of care!
