Poems begining by T
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The Present; Or, The Bag Of The Bees
© Robert Herrick
Fly to my mistress, pretty pilfering bee,
And say thou bring'st this honey-bag from me;
When on her lip thou hast thy sweet dew placed,
Mark if her tongue but slyly steal a taste;
If so, we live; if not, with mournful hum,
Toll forth my death; next, to my burial come.
The Two Samaritans and the Tramp
© Henry Lawson
I aint agin the temperance cause,
Nor yet no advocate ov drinkin
I only tells the yarn because
Well, at the time it somehow seemed
Ter kind ov set me thinkin.
The Coiner
© Rudyard Kipling
Against the Bermudas we foundered, whereby
This Master, that Swabber, yon Bo'sun, and I
(Our pinnace and crew being drowned in the main)
Must beg for our bread through old England again.
To His Friend J. H.
© Alexander Brome
If thou canst fashion no excuse,
To stay at home, as 'tis thy use,
When I do send for thee,
Let neither sickness, way, nor rain,
With fond delusions thee detain,
But come thy way to me.
The Seas of England
© Walter de la Mare
The seas of England are our old delight:
Let the loud billow of the shingly shore
Sing freedom on her breezes evermore
To all earths ships that sailing heave in sight!
The Worlds Doing
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
ONE scarce would think that we can be the same
Who used, in those first childish Junes, to creep
To a Cyclamen
© Walter Savage Landor
I COME to visit thee agen,
My little flowerless cyclamen;
To touch the hand, almost to press,
That cheerd thee in thy loneliness.
The Last To Leave
© Leon Gellert
The guns were silent, and the silent hills
had bowed their grasses to a gentle breeze
I gazed upon the vales and on the rills,
And whispered, "What of these?' and "What of these?
The Thames At Mortlake
© Benjamin Jonson
at low tide
this was the place
for calm, for order of a kind
To Sylvia
© Giacomo Leopardi
O Sylvia, dost thou remember still
That period of thy mortal life,
When beauty so bewildering
Shone in thy laughing, glancing eyes,
As thou, so merry, yet so wise,
Youth's threshold then wast entering?
The Neckar
© Friedrich Hölderlin
My heart awakened to life in your valleys,
Your waves played around me.
And all of the fair hills that know you,
Wayfarer, are known to me as well.
The Winter's Walk
© Samuel Johnson
Behold, my fair, where'er we rove,
What dreary prospects round us rise,
The naked hill, the leafless grove,
The hoary ground, the frowning skies.
The Marriage Of Geraint
© Alfred Tennyson
'Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
The Devil's Thoughts
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
From his brimstone bed at break of day
A walking the DEVIL is gone,
To visit his little snug farm of the earth
And see how his stock went on.
The Right Way
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Birth of the word is by agony molded,
Through earthly life it is quietly going,
It is a stranger, which drinks from the golden
Pitcher the drops of the savages mourning.
The Flag On The Farm
© Edgar Albert Guest
We've raised a flagpole on the farm
And flung Old Glory to the sky,
The Blind
© Sara Teasdale
The birds are all a-building,
They say the world's a-flower,
And still I linger lonely
Within a barren bower.
The Vigil-at-Arms
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Keep holy watch with silence, prayer, and fasting
Till morning break, and all the bugles play;
Unto the One aware from everlasting
Dear are the winners: thou art more than they.
The Jewish Cemetery At Newport. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The very names recorded here are strange,
Of foreign accent, and of different climes;
Alvares and Rivera interchange
With Abraham and Jacob of old times.
