Poems begining by T
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The Open Road
© Katharine Tynan
THE roads of the Sea
Are thronged with merchantmen;
East and West, North and South
They go and come again.
the seed of endymion
© Rg Gregory
two beauties are a joy for ever
ejaculated keats
lusting in ecstasy towards
well-breasted fanny brawne
The Enviable Isles
© Herman Melville
Through storms you reach them and from
storms are free.
Afar descried, the foremost drear in hue,
But, nearer, green; and, on the marge, the sea
Makes thunder low and mist of rainbowed
dew.
the plane and the blackbird
© Rg Gregory
a cold bright sun
two days to christmas
a first-quarter moon
at a good vantage-point
the arrival of spring (cathe waller)
© Rg Gregory
on the last day of winter i went to bed
harsh winds rainstorms beating my head
houses trees with a sucked-out look
new year flaked from the old one's hook
The Shepherd Boy
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
Little and lonely,
Knowing me only,
Shall I not comfort you, shepherd-boy?
the sex-peace
© Rg Gregory
the first thing about a man my son
is that hes not a woman and dont
let any woman tell you what a man is
or any kind of man with his own agenda
The Grave
© Robert Blair
While some affect the sun, and some the shade,
Some flee the city, some the hermitage;
Their aims as various, as the roads they take
In journeying through life;the task be mine,
The Bell
© Alfred Noyes
_Mother, Oh, mother, the Bell rings true!--
You were all that I had!--Oh, mother, my mother!--
With the land and the Bell it is well. Is it well,
Is it well with the heart that had you and none other?_
The Spartans At Thermopylae
© Richard Monckton Milnes
No parleying with themselves, no pausing thought
Of worse or better consequence, was there,
Their business was to do what Spartans ought,
Sparta's chaste honour was their only care.
to the seaside
© Rg Gregory
to the seaside
to the seaside
to the change and peace of mind
to the easy la-
zy holiday
the leave-it-all-behind
The Closed Door
© Duncan Campbell Scott
_The dew falls and the stars fall,
The sun falls in the west,
the rest home
© Rg Gregory
professor piebald
(the oldest man in the home) was meek
at the same time ribald
he clothed his matter (so to speak)
thirteeners
© Rg Gregory
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if you want a revolution attack
symbols not systems - the simple forms
that (blithely) give the truth away
tying down millions to their terms
quietly with no one answering back
two crocodiles gossip by the banks of the thames at abingdon
© Rg Gregory
two old lazy crocodiles are basking by the water
they get round to talk about the macdonalds' daughtergemini gemini
have you ever set eyes on young stephaniejiminy jiminy
who lives here in abingdon - the one who is twogemini gemini
The Emancipation Group
© John Greenleaf Whittier
AMIDST thy sacred effigies
Of old renown give place,
O city, Freedom-loved! to his
Whose hand unchained a race.
thought for the ordinary
© Rg Gregory
be moved by your own time
but move it too
the sun hasn't all the answers
it can be made to listen to you
The Quality of Courage
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Was it not better so to lie?
The fight was done. Even gods tire
Of fighting. . . . My way was the wrong.
Now I should drift and drift along
To endless quiet, golden peace . . .
And let the tortured body cease.
The Lover in Hell
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Eternally the choking steam goes up
From the black pools of seething oil. . . .
How merry
Those little devils are! They've stolen the pitchfork
