Poems begining by T
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The Charnel Rose: A Symphony
© Conrad Aiken
And a silent star slipped golden down the darkness,
Down the great wall, leaving no trace in the sky,
And years went with it, and worlds. And he dreamed still
Of a fleeter shadow among the shadows running,
Foam into foam, without a gesture or cry,
Leaving him there, alone, on a lonely hill.
The Other
© Sylvia Plath
You come in late, wiping your lips.
What did I leave untouched on the doorstep--
The Horrid Voice Of Science
© Vachel Lindsay
"There's machinery in the butterfly;
There's a mainspring to the bee;
There's hydraulics to a daisy,
And contraptions to a tree.
The Wooden Doll And The Wax Doll
© Ann Taylor
THERE were two friends, a very charming pair,
Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair;
The Fable of Dryope - Ovid's Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393]
© Alexander Pope
She said, and for her lost Calanthis sighs,
When the fair Consort of her son replies.
The Bitter Waters
© John Newton
Beside the gospel pool
Appointed for the poor;
From year to year, my helpless soul
Has waited for a cure.
The love in her eyes lay sleeping
© William Forster
The love in her eyes lay sleeping,
As stars that unconscious shine,
The Story of Phoebus And Daphne, Applied
© Edmund Waller
Thyrsis, a youth of the inspired train,
Fair Sacharissa lov'd, but lov'd in vain;
To A Young Girl Singing
© Henry Van Dyke
Oh, what do you know of the song, my dear,
And how have you made it your own?
The Ruins Of The Castle At Balaklava
© Adam Mickiewicz
These castles heaped in shattered piles once graced
And guarded you, Crimea, thankless land!
To ------
© Thomas Parnell
Your best endeavours on ye law bestow
Rough as it is 'tis proffitable too
Cowel & Blunt have words & Cook ye way
to keep the wrangling sons of earth in play
then if your books you use your Clients pay
The Bather
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Water, frolic water!
Drops in the dazzle of noon, drops divinely cold,
Radiant down naked breast, down arm and thigh
You run to my feet, shaken to shining grass,
The Song Sparrow
© Archibald Lampman
Fair little scout, that when the iron year
Changes, and the first fleecy clouds deploy,
To Romance
© George Gordon Byron
Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious Queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys;
The Three Knocks
© Roderic Quinn
WHEN the owl that scared the mouse
Fluffed his feathers and sat still,
And the night around was chill,
On the door of yonder house
The Grave Yard
© Jones Very
My heart grows sick before the wide-spread death,
That walks and speaks in seeming life around;
The Text
© Charles Lamb
One Sunday eve a grave old man,
Who had not been at church, did say,
"Eliza, tell me, if you can,
What text our Doctor took to-day?"
The Donkey
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood,
Then surely I was born;
