Poems begining by T
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The Good Craft _Snow Bird_
© Herman Melville
Strenuous need that head-wind be
From purposed voyage that drives at last
The ship, sharp-braced and dogged still,
Beating up against the blast.
The City Mouse And The Garden Mouse
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The city mouse lives in a house; -
The garden mouse lives in a bower,
He's friendly with the frogs and toads,
And sees the pretty plants in flower.
The Homestead
© Bliss William Carman
HERE we came when love was young.
Now that love is old,
Shall we leave the floor unswept
And the hearth acold?
The Tears Expressive
© Edgar Albert Guest
Death crossed his threshold yesterday
And left the glad voice of his loved one dumb.
To him the living now will come
And cross his threshold in the self-same way
To clasp his hand and vainly try to say
Words that shall soothe the heart that's stricken numb.
The Two Hermits
© Khalil Gibran
One day an evil spirit entered into the heart of the older hermit
and he came to the younger and said, "It is long that we have
lived together. The time has come for us to part. Let us divide
our possessions."
Three Short Poems
© Mao Zedong
Mountains!
I whip my swift horse, glued to my saddle.
I turn my head startled,
The sky is three foot above me!
The Paradigm
© Allen Tate
For when they meet, the tensile air
Like fine steel strains under the weight
Of messages that both hearts bear-
Pure passion once, now purest hate;
To Seem the Stranger Lies My Lot
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life
Among strangers. Father and mother dear,
To Italy
© Katharine Lee Bates
BRIGHT valor, smitten by so shrewd a blow,
Drooping thy golden wing like wounded plover,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
And then fate strikes us. First our joys decay.
Youth, with its pleasures, is a tale soon told.
We grow a little poorer day by day.
The Unseen Infinite
© Sri Aurobindo
Arisen to voiceless unattainable peaks
I meet no end, for all is boundless He,
An absolute Joy the wide-winged spirit seeks,
A Might, a Presence, an Eternity.
The Smiling Listener
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PRECISELY. I see it. You all want to say
That a tear is too sad and a laugh is too gay;
You could stand a faint smile, you could manage a sigh,
But you value your ribs, and you don't want to cry.
The Lovers Morning Salute To His Mistress
© Robert Burns
Sleep'st thou, or wakst thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Waters wi the tears o joy.
The Waterwitch
© Anonymous
A neat little packet from Hobart set sail,
For to cruise round the westard amongst the sperm whale;
Cruising the westard where the stormy winds blow,
Bound away in the Waterwitch to the westard well go.
