Poems begining by T
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Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away
© William Shakespeare
Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworne,
And those eyes: the breake of day,
Lights that doe mislead the Morne;
But my kisses bring againe, bring againe,
Seales of love, but seal’d in vaine, seal’d in vaine.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Landlord's Tale; The Rhyme of Sir Christopher
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was Sir Christopher Gardiner,
Knight of the Holy Sepulchre,
From Merry England over the sea,
Who stepped upon this continent
As if his august presence lent
A glory to the colony.
The Everlasting Monday
© Sylvia Plath
The moon's man stands in his shell,
Bent under a bundle
Of sticks. The light falls chalk and cold
Upon our bedspread.
His teeth are chattering among the leprous
Peaks and craters of those extinct volcanoes.
The Bumblebee
© James Whitcomb Riley
You better not fool with a Bumblebee!—
Ef you don't think they can sting—you'll see!
The Mother of Three
© Katharine Tynan
Oh, to have a little farm,
A little hearth so warm and bright,
And three little boys all safe from harm
In from the winter night!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude IV.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the long murmur of applause
That greeted the Musician's lay
The Miniature Woman
© Nazim Hikmet
Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,
a giant isn't even a graveyard for love:
in the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house...
The Cloud Confines
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The day is dark and the night
To him that would search their heart;
The Darned Mounseer
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I shipped, d'ye see, in a Revenue sloop,
And, off Cape Finisteere,
The Eighth of September
© Pablo Neruda
This day, Today, was a brimming glass.
This day, Today, was an immense wave.
This day was all the Earth.
This day, the storm-driven ocean
The Troglodyte
© Madison Julius Cawein
In ages dead, a troglodyte,
At the hollow roots of a monster height,--
The Three Brothers Budrys
© Adam Mickiewicz
Doughty Budrys the old, Lithuanian bold,
He has summoned his lusty sons three.
"Your chargers stand idle, now saddle and bridle
And out with your broadswords," quoth he.
The Common A-Took In
© William Barnes
Oh! no, Poll, no! Since they've a-took
The common in, our lew wold nook
The Departed
© Edgar Albert Guest
IF no one ever went ahead,
If we had seen no friend depart
And mourned him for a while as dead,
How great would be our fear to start.
The Lady Of La Garaye - Prologue
© Caroline Norton
This was the Chapel: that the stair:
Here, where all lies damp and bare,
The fragrant thurible was swung,
The silver lamp in beauty hung,
And in that mass of ivied shade
The pale nuns sang--the abbot prayed.
The Song of Wandering Aengus
© William Butler Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
Towns in Colour
© Amy Lowell
I Red Slippers
Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey, windy sleet!
The Country Whore
© Cesare Pavese
It often returns, in the slow rise from sleep,
that undone aroma of far-off flowers,
of barns and of sun. No man can know
the subtle caress of that sour memory.
No man can see, beyond that sprawled body,
that childhood passed in such clumsy anxiety.
