Poems begining by T
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The Convalescent To Her Physician
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Friend, by whose cancelling hand did Fate forgive
Her debtor, and rescribe her stern award,
The Weakness
© Toi Derricotte
That time my grandmother dragged me
through the perfume aisles at Saks, she held me up
To A Young Gentleman In Love. A Tale
© Matthew Prior
From publick Noise and factious Strife,
From all the busie Ills of Life,
The Yellowhammer's Nest
© John Clare
Just by the wooden brig a bird flew up,
Frit by the cowboy as he scrambled down
The Song of a Prison
© Henry Lawson
Tis a song of the weary warders, whom prisoners call the screws
A class of men who I fancy would cleave to the Evening News.
They look after their treasures sadly. By the screw of their keys they are known,
And they screw them many times daily before they draw their own.
The Sparrow's Fall
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
And lifted the gloomy shadows
That overspread my life,
And flooding my home with gladness,
Made me a happy wife.
The Book of the Dead Man (#15)
© Marvin Bell
1. About the Dead Man and Rigor Mortis
The dead man thinks his resolve has stiffened when the
To A Scientific Friend
© Horace Smith
You say 'tis plain that poets feign,
And from the truth depart;
The Great Palaces of Versailles
© Rita Dove
Nothing nastier than a white person!
She mutters as she irons alterations
The Passing of Love
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
O God, forgive me that I ranged
My life into a dream of love!
Will tears of anguish never wash
The passion from my blood?
The Wild Swans at Coole
© William Butler Yeats
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
The Isles Of Sleep.
© Robert Crawford
The opiate isles upon time's sea
In the dream-dark
Rise with their harbours silently
Before each day-abandoned bark,
The Cherry Trees
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Out of the dusk of distant woods
All round beneath the April skies
Blossom--white, the cherry trees
Like lovely apparitions rise,
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
© Edwin Muir
I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.
To Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart From the South-West Coast Or Cumberland 1811
© William Wordsworth
FAR from our home by Grasmere's quiet Lake,
From the Vale's peace which all her fields partake,
Here on the bleakest point of Cumbria's shore
We sojourn stunned by Ocean's ceaseless roar;
The Pet-Lamb
© William Wordsworth
THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty creature, drink!"
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side.
