Poems begining by T
/ page 469 of 916 /
The Beautiful Changes
© Lola Ridge
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you
Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.
The Pariah - The Pariah's Thanks
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
MIGHTY Brama, now I'll bless thee!
'Tis from thee that worlds proceed!
To Roumania
© Henry Lawson
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
Rattling through the rain,
Falling back and falling back
To make a stand again
Rifles of the Rear Guard,
Shall you die in vain?
The Widow’s Lament in Springtime
© William Carlos Williams
Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
The Bloody Sire
© Robinson Jeffers
It is not bad. Let them play.
Let the guns bark and the bombing-plane
Speak his prodigious blasphemies.
It is not bad, it is high time,
Stark violence is still the sire of all the world’s values.
Tithonus
© Alfred Tennyson
Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful
In silence, then before thine answer given
Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek.
The Pains of Sleep
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
To One Of The Author's Children
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
THOU wak'st from happy sleep to play
With bounding heart, my boy!
Before thee lies a long bright day
Of summer and of joy.
Thought.
© Robert Crawford
How mystical is thought! We do but think,
Be it of heaven or hell, and we are there!
Such feet has phantasy, more fleet than light,
We flash ourselves away where'er we will,
The Creature in the Classroom
© Jack Prelutsky
It appeared iinside our classroom
at a quater after ten,
The Swallow Leaves Her Nest
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
THE swallow leaves her nest,
The soul my weary breast;
The Death Of Conradin
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
No cloud to dim the splendour of the day
Which breaks o'er Naples and her lovely bay,
And lights that brilliant sea and magic shore
With every tint that charmed the great of yore-
The imperial ones of earth, who proudly bade
Their marble domes e'en Ocean's realm invade.
The Journey
© Grace Fallow Norton
I went upon a journey
To countries far away,
From province unto province
To pass my holiday.
Thyrsis: A Monody, to Commemorate the Author's Friend, Arthur Hugh Clough
© Matthew Arnold
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same;
Threshold
© Ronald Stuart Thomas
I emerge from the mind’s
cave into the worse darkness
outside, where things pass and
the Lord is in none of them.
The House of Life: 71. The Choice, I
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Now kiss, and think that there are really those,
My own high-bosom'd beauty, who increase
Vain gold, vain lore, and yet might choose our way!
Through many years they toil; then on a day
They die not,—for their life was death,—but cease;
And round their narrow lips the mould falls close.
