Poems begining by T

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The Quids

© Laura Riding Jackson

But I know, with a quid inside of me,
But I know what a quid's disguise is like,
Being one myself,
The gymnastic device
That a quid puts on for exercise.

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The Poet's Corner

© Laura Riding Jackson

And loveliness?
Death has an understanding of it
Loyal to many flags
And is a silent ally of any country
Beset in its mortal heart
With immortal poetry.

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The Simple Line

© Laura Riding Jackson

The secrets of the mind convene splendidly,
Though the mind is meek.
To be aware inwardly
of brain and beauty

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The World And I

© Laura Riding Jackson

This is not exactly what I mean
Any more than the sun is the sun.
But how to mean more closely
If the sun shines but approximately?

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Troilus And Criseyde: Book 04

© Geoffrey Chaucer

'For thilke day that I for cherisshinge
Or drede of fader, or of other wight,
Or for estat, delyt, or for weddinge,
Be fals to yow,

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Troilus And Criseyde: Book 05

© Geoffrey Chaucer

'As wel thou mightest lyen on Alceste,
That was of creatures, but men lye,
That ever weren, kindest and the beste.
For whanne hir housbonde was in Iupartye
To dye him-self, but-if she wolde dye,
She che

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Troilus And Criseyde: Book 03

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Incipit prohemium tercii libri.O blisful light of whiche the bemes clere
Adorneth al the thridde hevene faire!
O sonnes lief, O Ioves doughter dere,
Plesaunce of love, O goodly debonaire,

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The Sompnour's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer


1. Carrack: A great ship of burden used by the Portuguese; the
name is from the Italian, "cargare," to load

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Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01

© Geoffrey Chaucer

The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen,
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his aventures fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of Ioye,

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The Cook's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer


1. Jack of Dover: an article of cookery. (Transcriber's note:
suggested by some commentators to be a kind of pie, and by
others to be a fish)

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The Man of Law's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer


1. Plight: pulled; the word is an obsolete past tense from
"pluck."

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The Reeve's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer


1. "With blearing of a proude miller's eye": dimming his eye;
playing off a joke on him.

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The Friar's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

"Peace, with mischance and with misaventure,"
Our Hoste said, "and let him tell his tale.
Now telle forth, and let the Sompnour gale,* *whistle; bawl
Nor spare not, mine owen master dear."

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The Miller's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

1. Pilate, an unpopular personage in the mystery-plays of the
middle ages, was probably represented as having a gruff, harsh
voice.

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The Wife of Bath's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

7. "But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and
silver, but also of wood and of earth; and some to honour, and
some to dishonour." -- 2 Tim. ii 20.

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The General Prologue

© Geoffrey Chaucer

There was also a Reeve, and a Millere,
A Sompnour, and a Pardoner also,
A Manciple, and myself, there were no mo'.

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The Knight's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Upon that other side, Palamon,
When that he wist Arcita was agone,
Much sorrow maketh, that the greate tower
Resounded of his yelling and clamour
The pure* fetters on his shinnes great *very
Were of his bitter salte teares wet.

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The Hudson

© Luis Benitez

Now nobody says "horse"
and there is a new colt in the world.
From now on, damn, bless,
the bread that you take to your mouth will taste of contradiction.

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The Pearl Fisherman

© Luis Benitez

This evening and part of the night
I sank again into the dense sea
where we beings and things float.
I descended for pearls to show to men

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The Dark and the Fair

© Stanley Kunitz

A roaring company that festive night;
The beast of dialectic dragged his chains,
Prowling from chair to chair is the smoking light,
While the snow hissed against the windowpanes.