Poems begining by T
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The Son
© Jones Very
Father, I wait thy word. The sun doth stand
Beneath the mingling line of night and day,
The Passion Of Love's Power.
© Robert Crawford
Touch me, from out your breast of love,
With such white hands that be
As beautiful as a dream of
Your lips' virginity;
The Night Ride
© Kenneth Slessor
Gas flaring on the yellow platform; voices running up and down;
Milk-tins in cold dented silver; half-awake I stare,
The Saddest Hour
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The saddest hour of anguish and of loss
Is not that season of supreme despair
When we can find no least light anywhere
To gild the dread, black shadow of the Cross;
The Tie
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Coloured like Atlantic wave
To whose curve the bright air gave
Splendour, and the unfathomed blue
Mystery of nameless hue;
To Newcastle
© Dorothy Parker
I met a man the other day-
A kindly man, and serious-
Who viewed me in a thoughtful way,
And spoke me so, and spoke me thus:
The Grey Hair
© Yehudah HaLevi
One day I observed a grey hair in my head;
I plucked it right out, when it thus to me said:
"You may smile, if you wish, at your treatment of me,
But a score of my friends soon will make a mockery of you."
The Starling
© Steen Steensen Blicher
Ah starling! Most welcome, you bird of good cheer!
Are we to have all your pranks again here?
The Triumph of Dead : Chap. 2
© Mary Sidney Herbert
That night, which did the dreadful hap ensue
That quite eclips'd, nay, rather did replace
The Black Horse Rider
© Pierre Loving
With hoof on flint and flint
the black horse
rides: black wind, black
against fire.
The Burial in the Snow
© Julia A Moore
The people of that party
Lay scattered all around,
Some were frightened, others laughed,
To think it happened so,
That the end of their sleigh ride
Was a burial in the snow.
The Lake of the Dismal Swamp
© Thomas Moore
"THEY made her a grave too cold and damp
For a soul so warm and true;
And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp,
Where all night long, by a firefly lamp,
She paddles her white canoe.
The Old Mans Dream After He Died
© Robinson Jeffers
from CAWDOR
Gently with delicate mindless fingers
The Rail Road
© Jones Very
Thou great proclaimer to the outward eye
Of what the spirit too would seek to tell,
The Book of Phillip Sparrow
© John Skelton
It was so prety a fole,
It wold syt on a stole,
And lerned after my scole
For to kepe his cut,
With, "Phyllyp, kepe your cut!"
The Pauper's Christmas Carol
© Thomas Hood
Full of drink and full of meat,
On our SAVIOUR'S natal day,
CHARITY'S perennial treat;
Thus I heard a Pauper say:
The Coach Of Life
© Alexander Pushkin
But midday finds our courage wane,
We're shaken now: and at this hour
Both hills and dales inspire dread.
We shout: "Hold on, drive slower, fool!"
The Offer
© Charles Lamb
"Tell me, would you rather be
Changed by a fairy to the fine
Young orphan heiress Geraldine,
Or still be Emily?
