Poems begining by T
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The Writer's Hand
© David Gascoyne
What is your want, perpetual invalid
Whose fist is always beating on my breast's
The Conversion of Aurelian McGoggin
© Rudyard Kipling
Ride with an idle whip, ride with an unused heel,
But, once in a way, there will come a day
When the colt must be taught to feel
The lash that falls, and the curb that galls, and the sting
of the rowelled steel.
The Robe of Grass
© John Le Gay Brereton
HERE lies the woven garb he wore
Of grass he gathered by the shore
The Nightingale : A Conversation Poem
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!
The Thorn In The Flesh
© George MacDonald
Within my heart a worm had long been hid.
I knew it not when I went down and chid
The Bards Who Lived at Manly
© Henry Lawson
The camp of high-class spielers,
Who sneered in summer dress,
The Men Who Man Our Batteries
© William Watson
The men who man our batteries,
The men who serve our guns,
The Pauper
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
It dawned a morn to make a heart despair,
East was the wind and chill the April air.
Theocritus - A Villanelle
© Oscar Wilde
O singer of Persephone!
In the dim meadows desolate
Dost thou remember Sicily?
The Splendid Shilling
© John Arthur Phillips
- - Sing, Heavenly Muse,
Things unattempted yet in Prose or Rhime,
A Shilling, Breeches, and Chimera's Dire.
The Child-World
© James Whitcomb Riley
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows
No more its airy visions of pure joy--
As when you were a boy.
The Flower By The Path
© Augusta Davies Webster
A FLOWER was growing alone,
Then alone and for ever alone:
Some one came by,
Saw the flower how fair it had grown,
Chose it, plucked it to die.
The Dreamer
© Dorothea Mackellar
Over the crest of the Hill of Sleep,
Over the plain where the mists lie deep,
Into a country of wondrous things,
Enter we dreaming, and know we're kings.
To George B. Cheever
© John Greenleaf Whittier
So spake Esaias: so, in words of flame,
Tekoa's prophet-herdsman smote with blame
The traffickers in men, and put to shame,
All earth and heaven before,
The sacerdotal robbers of the poor.
The Death
© Leon Gellert
Im hit. Its come at last, I feel a smart
Of needles in
My God
. Im hit again!
The Age Of The Antonines
© Herman Melville
While faith forecasts millennial years
Spite Europe's embattled lines,
The Kingdom Within
© Sri Aurobindo
Wider behind than the vast universe
Our spirit scans the drama and the stir,
A peace, a light, an ecstasy, a power
Waiting at the end of blindness and the curse
That veils it from its ignorant minister,
The grandeur of its free eternal hour.
The Dawning
© Henry Vaughan
Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry,
"The bridegroom's coming," fill the sky?
The Bond.
© Robert Crawford
Love me for Love's sake till the dream is done,
And when we waken let us part for aye!
No bond but this; it is the better way,
For life spun so may easy be unspun,
The Dream Of The World Without Death
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,
Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,
