Poems begining by T
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The Dreamer
© David MacDonald Ross
WHO seeks the shore where dreams outpour
Their floods in Slumber Seas
The Building Of The Temple
© Sir Henry Newbolt
O Lord our God, we are strangers before Thee, and sojourners, as were
all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is
none abiding.
The Knight And The Lady
© William Makepeace Thackeray
There's in the Vest a city pleasant
To vich King Bladud gev his name,
And in that city there's a Crescent
Vere dwelt a noble knight of fame.
To Any One
© George MacDonald
Go not forth to call Dame Sorrow
From the dim fields of Tomorrow;
Let her roam there all unheeded,
She will come when she is needed;
Then, when she draws near thy door,
She will find God there before.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13:
© Conrad Aiken
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music
Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence.
The stars whirl out, the night grows deep.
Darkness settles upon us. A vague refrain
Drowsily teases at the drowsy brain.
In numberless rooms we stretch ourselves and sleep.
The Reward of Merit
© William Schwenck Gilbert
DR. BELVILLE was regarded as the CRICHTON of his age:
His tragedies were reckoned much too thoughtful for the stage;
The Destroyer
© Robert Laurence Binyon
He stands on high in the torch--glare,
With planted feet, with lifted axe.
Behind, a gulf of crimsoned air;
Beneath, the old wall that gapes and cracks.
The Soul
© Arthur Rimbaud
Eternal Undines, split the pure water.
Venus, sister of azure, stir up the clear wave.
The Loves of the Angels
© Thomas Moore
Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!
The Death Of The Rose
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Ah! life, dear life, thy summer days have flown
Swiftly yet all too late, for they did wither.
Joy should be joy for one short hour alone,
Or it will lose its loveliness for ever.
The Cubical Domes
© David Gascoyne
Indeed indeed it is growing very sultry
The indian feather pots are scrambling out of the room
The Fortitude Of The North
© Herman Melville
_Under the Disaster of the Second Manassas_
They take no shame for dark defeat
Trust
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The same old baffling questions! O my friend,
I cannot answer them. In vain I send
The Sailor's Mother
© William Wordsworth
. ONE morning (raw it was and wet--
A foggy day in winter time)
A Woman on the road I met,
Not old, though something past her prime:
Majestic in her person, tall and straight;
And like a Roman matron's was her mien and gait.
The Colubriad
© William Cowper
Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast
Three kittens sat; each kitten looked aghast;
There's Whisky In The Jar
© Anonymous
As I was a-crossin' the Abercrombie Mountains,
I met Sir Frederick Pottinger, and his money he was countin'.
I first drew me blunderbuss and then I drew me sabre
Sayin', "Stand and deliver-oh! for I'm your bold decayver."
The Phantom of the Rose
© Théophile Gautier
Sweet lady, let your lids unclose.--
Those lids by maiden dreams caressed;
I am the phantom of the rose
You wore last night upon your breast.
The Home-Coming
© Edith Nesbit
This was our house. To this we came
Lighted by love with torch aflame,
And in this chamber, door locked fast,
I held you to my heart at last.
