Poems begining by T
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Three Palinodias - 01
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-
To mortals 'tis but poison."
Tell me Brother
© Kabir
TELL me, Brother, how can I renounce Maya?
When I gave up the tying of ribbons, still I tied my garment about me:
When I gave up tying my garment, still I covered my body in its folds.
So, when I give up passion, I see that anger remains;
The Flower of Love
© Thomas Love Peacock
'Tis said the rose is Love's own flower,
Its blush so bright, its thorns so many;
The Dead Return
© Edgar Albert Guest
THE dead return. I know they do;
The glad smile may have passed from view,
The Change
© Edgar Albert Guest
Shes married to him now, and so
She doesn't think it worth her while
To put herself out much to show
Her charming ways or pleasant smile.
The Hollow
© Madison Julius Cawein
Fleet swallows soared and darted
'Neath empty vaults of blue;
Thick leaves close clung or parted
To let the sunlight through;
Each wild rose, honey-hearted,
Bowed full of living dew.
To Lady Beaumont
© William Wordsworth
LADY! the songs of Spring were in the grove
While I was shaping beds for winter flowers;
The Big Black Trawler
© Alfred Noyes
THE very best ship that ever I knew
-Ah-way O, to me O-
Was a big black trawler with a deep-sea crew-
Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.
The Undiscovered Country
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Forever am I conscious, moving here,
That should I step a little space aside
To Diane De Poitiers
© Clement Marot
Farewell! since vain is all my care,
Far, in some desert rude,
I'll hide my weakness, my despair:
And, 'midst my solitude,
I'll pray, that, should another move thee,
He may as fondly, truly love thee.
The Choice Of Sweet Shy Clare
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Fair as a wreath of fresh spring flowers, a band of maidens lay
On the velvet swardenjoying the golden summer day;
And many a ringing silvry laugh on the calm air clearly fell,
With fancies sweet, which their rosy lips, half unwilling, seemed to tell.
The Stethoscope Song. A Professional Ballad
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THERE was a young man in Boston town,
He bought him a stethoscope nice and new,
All mounted and finished and polished down,
With an ivory cap and a stopper too.
'Tis The Feast Of Corn
© Paul Verlaine
'Tis the feast of corn, 'tis the feast of bread,
On the dear scene returned to, witnessed again!
So white is the light o'er the reapers shed
Their shadows fall pink on the level grain.
To The God Opportunity
© Susie Frances Harrison
Strange, that no idol hath been roughly wrought,
Or fairly carven, bearing on its base
The Warden Of The Cinque Ports. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A mist was driving down the British Channel,
The day was just begun,
And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,
Streamed the red autumn sun.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON THE NATURE OF LOVE
You ask my love. What shall my love then be ?
A hope, an aspiration, a desire?
The soul's eternal charter writ in fire
To The Sun
© Ingeborg Bachmann
More beatiful than the remarkable moon and her noble light,
More beautiful than the stars, the famous medals of the night,
More beautiful than the fiery entrance a comet makes,
And called to a part far more splendid than any other planet's
Because daily your life and my life depend on it, is the sun.
To Sleep
© Lord Alfred Douglas
My soul is sick with dreaming, let it rest.
False Sleep, thou hast conspired with Wakefulness,
I will not praise thee, I too long beguiled
With idle tales. Where is thy soothing breast ?
Thy peace, thy poppies, thy forgetfulness ?
Where is thy lap for me so tired a child ?
