Poems begining by T
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The Statues
© William Butler Yeats
Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare?
His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move
The Visionary Portrait
© Caroline Norton
Therefore he thought of one who might
For ever in his presence stay;
Whose dream should be of him by night,
Whose smile should be for him by day;
And the sweet vision, vague and far,
Rose on his fancy like a star.
Tenzone
© Ezra Pound
Will people accept them?
(i.e. these songs).
As a timorous wench from a centaur
(or a centurion),
Already they flee, howling in terror.
The Better Thing
© Edgar Albert Guest
It is better to die for the flag,
For its red and its white and its blue,
The Tower
© Conrad Aiken
One, from his high bright window, looking down,
Peers like a dreamer over the rain-bright town,
And thinks its towers are like a dream.
The western windows flame in the sun's last flare,
Pale roofs begin to gleam.
The Grandmother
© Alfred Tennyson
And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne?
Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man.
And Willy's wife has written: she never was over-wise,
Never the wife for Willy: he would n't take my advice.
Trickle, Drops
© Walt Whitman
TRICKLE, drops! my blue veins leaving!
O drops of me! trickle, slow drops,
The Cooling Tower
© Amy Clampitt
By night a laddered diagram
seen from the windows of this
bedroom townrayflowcrs of dread
ascending and descending
identifies the cooling tower,
insomniac vision
Time's Garden
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
YEARS are the seedlings which we careless sow
In Time's bare garden. Dead they seem to be--
To Emma
© George Gordon Byron
Since now the hour is come at last,
When you must quit your anxious lover;
Since now our dream of bliss is past,
One pang, my girl, and all is over.
The Shadows On The Wall
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHAT mournful influence chills my soul to-night?
I watch the expiring flames that fade and fall,
From which outleap vague shafts of arrowy light,
Pursued by spectral shadows on the wall.
To Her Grace The Dutchess Of Manchester, And Lady Diana Spencer
© Mary Barber
Madam, I hear, and hear with Sorrow,
That we're to lose Your Grace To--morrow;
Nor you alone, but Lady Di.
Where, thus deserted, shall I fly?
There is a Candle in your Heart
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
There is a candle in the heart of man, waiting to be kindled.
In separation from the Friend, there is a cut waiting to be
stitched.
O, you who are ignorant of endurance and the burning
The Sky-Blue Smiles Above The Roof
© Paul Verlaine
The sky-blue smiles above the roof
Its tenderest;
A green tree rears above the roof
Its waving crest.
The Toil of the Trail
© Hamlin Garland
What have I gained by the toil of the trail?
I know and know well.
I have found once again the lore I had lost
In the loud city's hell.
The Mercury's Plaint
© Carolyn Wells
I don't know why I'm slandered so,
If I go high,--if I go low,--
The Flowers Of Finae
© Thomas Osborne Davis
Bright red is the sun on the waves of Lough Sheelin,
A cool, gentle breeze from the mountain is stealing,
While fair round its islets the small ripples play,
But fairer than all is the Flower of Finae.
The Liner
© John Le Gay Brereton
The foamy waves are swishing
As patiently we thud,
But O the wave of wishing
That surges in my blood!
The Wanderer From The Fold
© Emily Jane Brontë
How few, of all the hearts that loved,
Are grieving for thee now;
And why should mine to-night be moved
With such a sense of woe?
