Poems begining by T
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The Indian Girl's Lament
© William Cullen Bryant
An Indian girl was sitting where
Her lover, slain in battle, slept;
Her maiden veil, her own black hair,
Came down o'er eyes that wept;
And wildly, in her woodland tongue,
This sad and simple lay she sung:
The Ballad Of A Bachelor
© Ellis Parker Butler
Listen, ladies, while I sing
The ballad of John Henry King.John Henry was a bachelor,
His age was thirty-three or four.Two maids for his affection vied,
And each desired to be his bride,And bravely did they strive to bring
To William Henry Parker
© William Henry Drummond
Philosopher of many parts,
Beloved of all true honest hearts,
A man who laughs at every ill,
Because "there's corn in Egypt still."
The Women of the Town
© Henry Lawson
It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile
It is up from out the alleys I have struggled for a while
Just to breathe the breath of Heaven ere my devil drags me down,
And to sing a song of pity for the women of the town.
The Witch
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
HER hair was gold and warm it lay
Upon the pallor of her brow;
Her eyes were deep, aye, deep and gray--
And in their depths he drowned his vow.
The Whale
© Ellis Parker Butler
The Whale is found in seas and oceans,
Indulging there in fishlike motions,
But Science shows that Whales are mammals,
Like Jersey cows, and goats, and camels.
Thy Day's are Done
© George Gordon Byron
Thy days are done, thy fame begun;
Thy country's strains record
The triumphs of her chosen Son,
The slaughter of his sword!
The deeds he did, the fields he won,
The freedom he restored!
The Spelling Bee At Angels
© Francis Bret Harte
Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids, and gather round my knee,
And drop them books and first pot-hooks, and hear a yarn from me.
I kin not sling a fairy tale of Jinnys fierce and wild,
For I hold it is unchristian to deceive a simple child;
But as from school yer driftin' by, I thowt ye'd like to hear
Of a "Spelling Bee" at Angels that we organized last year.
The Round Table or, King Arthur's Feast
© Thomas Love Peacock
His speech was cut short by a general dismay;
For William the Second had fainted away,
At the smell of some New Forest venison before him;
But a tweak on the nose, Arthur said, would restore him.
Thunder
© Anna Akhmatova
There will be thunder then. Remember me.
Say She asked for storms. The entire
world will turn the colour of crimson stone,
and your heart, as then, will turn to fire.
Two Views Of A Cadaver Room
© Sylvia Plath
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The day she visited the dissecting room
They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey,
Already half unstrung. A vinegary fume
The Haunted Woodland
© Madison Julius Cawein
Here in the golden darkness
And green night of the woods,
A flitting form I follow,
A shadow that eludes--
Or is it but the phantom
Of former forest moods?
Twenty-First. Night. Monday
© Anna Akhmatova
Twenty-first. Night. Monday.
Silhouette of the capitol in darkness.
Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why --
made up the tale that love exists on earth.
The Sentence
© Anna Akhmatova
And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind, I was ready.
I will manage somehow.
The Gift to Sing
© James Weldon Johnson
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day
I softly sing.
The Heart
© Jones Very
There is a cup of sweet or bitter drink,
Whose waters ever o'er the brim must well,
The Plough Of Time
© Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Night closed my windows and
The sky became a crystal house
The crystal windows glowed
The moon
