Poems begining by T
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The Gadfly
© John Keats
1.
All gentle folks who owe a grudge
To any living thing
Open your ears and stay your t[r]udge
Whilst I in dudgeon sing.
The Heron
© Madison Julius Cawein
The whimp'ring creek breaks on the stone;
The new moon came, but now is gone;
White, tingling stars wink out alone.
Lank specter of wet, windy lands,
The melancholy heron stands;
Then, clamoring, dives into the stars.
The Father's Worshippers
© George MacDonald
'Tis we, not in thine arms, who weep and pray;
The children in thy bosom laugh and play.
The Devon Maid: Stanzas Sent In A Letter To B. R. Haydon
© John Keats
1.
Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i' the basket?
Ye tight little fairy, just fresh from the dairy,
Will ye give me some cream if I ask it?
The Boatswains Song
© Caroline Norton
A CHEER to keep our hearts up,
A cup to drown our tears,
And we'll talk of those who perished,
Our mates in former years.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09:
© Conrad Aiken
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence.
You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing
As other nights when we are dead will pass . . .'
Perhaps I misconstrue you: you mean only,
'How deathly pale my face looks in that glass . . .'
Two Christmas Eves
© Edith Nesbit
Don't go to sleep; you mustn't sleep
Here on the frozen floor! Yes, creep
Closer to me. Oh, if I knew
What is this something left to do!
The Ballad of the White Horse
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?
The Iron Crags
© Madison Julius Cawein
UPON the iron crags of War I heard his terrible daughters
In battle speak while at their feet,
In gulfs of human waters,
A voice, intoning, "Where is God?" in ceaseless sorrow beat:
The One Whose Reproach I Cannot Evade
© George Hitchcock
She sits in her glass garden
and awaits the guests -
The sailor with the blue tangerines
the fish clothed in languages
the dolphin with a revolver in its teeth.
The Mirror
© Madison Julius Cawein
An antique mirror this,
I like it not at all,
In this lonely room where the goblin gloom
Scowls from the arrased wall.
The Debt Unpayable
© Francis William Bourdillon
What have I given,
Bold sailor on the sea?
In earth or heaven,
That you should die for me?
The Waiting Life
© Dorothea Mackellar
Since it befell, with work and strife
I had not time to live my life
I turned away from it until
Work should be done and strife be still.
The Battle Of Salamis
© Aeschylus
The night was passing, and the Grecian host
By no means sought to issue forth unseen.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SUBLIME
To stand upon a windy pinnacle,
Beneath the infinite blue of the blue noon,
And underfoot a valley terrible
The Death Of Schiller
© William Cullen Bryant
'Tis said, when Schiller's death drew nigh,
The wish possessed his mighty mind,
To wander forth wherever lie
The homes and haunts of human-kind.
The Worldfeels Dusty
© Emily Dickinson
The Worldfeels Dusty
When We stop to Die
We want the Dewthen
Honorstaste dry
Triad
© Robinson Jeffers
Science, that makes wheels turn, cities grow,
Moribund people live on, playthings increase,
The Crying Of The Earth
© Arthur Symons
I hear the melancholy crying of birds in the night
Over the long brown wrinkled fields that lie
As far along as the starless roots of the sky;
I hear them crying from the water out of sight,
