Poems begining by T
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The Stirrup Cup
© Aline Murray Kilmer
HERE where each road-worn one
Rests till the night is done,
In the grey dawning I saw my horse stand,
And as I left the inn
With his smooth face of sin
Smiling, mine host with a cup in his hand.
The Harp Of India
© Henry Louis Vivian Derozio
Why hang'st thou lonely on yon withered bough?
Unstrung for ever, must thou there remain;
The Lore-Lei
© Heinrich Heine
I know not whence it rises,
This thought so full of woe ;
But a tale of times departed
Haunts me, and will not go.
To Crazy Christian
© Ernest Hemingway
There was a cat named Crazy Christian
Who never lived long enough to screw
The Grey Monk (excerpts)
© William Blake
"I die, I die!" the Mother said,
"My children die for lack of bread.
What more has the merciless Tyrant said?"
The Monk sat down on the stony bed.
The Stranger's Gift
© Jones Very
I found far culled from fragrant field and grove
Each flower that makes our Spring a welcome guest;
The Passing of Scotty
© Henry Lawson
We leave our mark and we play our part
In the nations pregnant days,
And we find a place in the Bushmans heart
Ere we vanish beyond the haze.
The Wandering Jew
© James Whitcomb Riley
The stars are falling, and the sky
Is like a field of faded flowers;
Things of great worth shall come to pass...
© Boris Pasternak
Things of great worth shall come to pass
By true foreknowledge and in fact,
Names worthier than mine in fame
And words which earned me men's esteem.
The Storm
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Fear was within the tossing bark,
When stormy winds grew loud;
And waves came rolling high and dark,
And the tall mast was bowed.
The Surrender Of The German Fleet
© Henry Van Dyke
Ship after ship, and every one with a high-resounding name,
From the robber-nest of Heligoland the German war-fleet came;
The Autumn Wind
© Caroline Norton
Back to the barren hill and lonely glen!
Here let the wandering of thy echoes cease;
Sadly thou soundest to the hearts of men,--
Hush thy wild voice, and let the earth have peace;
Or, if no chain thy restless will can bind,
Sweep thro' the desert, moaning autumn wind!
The Linnet And The Cat
© Helen Maria Williams
WHEN fading Autumn's latest hours
Strip the brown wood, and chill the flowers,--
Three Songs
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Nothing came here but sunlight,
Nothing fell here but rain,
Nothing blew but the mellow wind,
Here are the flowers again!
The Time Before Death
© Kabir
Friend? hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into experience while you are alive!
Think... and think... while you are alive.
What you call "salvation" belongs to the time
before death.
