Poems begining by T
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The Old House
© Amy Levy
In through the porch and up the silent stair;
Little is changed, I know so well the ways;--
Here, the dead came to meet me; it was there
The dream was dreamed in unforgotten days.
The Lost Friend
© Amy Levy
The people take the thing of course,
They marvel not to see
This strange, unnatural divorce
Betwixt delight and me.
The Last Judgment
© Amy Levy
With beating heart and lagging feet,
Lord, I approach the Judgment-seat.
All bring hither the fruits of toil,
Measures of wheat and measures of oil;
The Lights of London
© Louise Imogen Guiney
Her booths begin to flare; and gases bright
Prick door and window; all her streets obscure
Sparkle and swarm with nothing true or sure,
Full as a marsh of mist and winking light;
Heaven thickens over, Heaven that cannot cure
Her tear by day, her fevered smile by night.
The First Extra
© Amy Levy
O sway, and swing, and sway,
And swing, and sway, and swing!
Ah me, what bliss like unto this,
Can days and daylight bring?
The End of the Day
© Amy Levy
To B. T.
Dead-tired, dog-tired, as the vivid day
Fails and slackens and fades away.--
The sky that was so blue before
The Birch-Tree at Loschwitz
© Amy Levy
At Loschwitz above the city
The air is sunny and chill;
The birch-trees and the pine-trees
Grow thick upon the hill.
To Everlasting Oblivion
© John Marston
THOU mighty gulf, insatiate cormorant,
Deride me not, though I seem petulant
Tel JEtais Autrefois
© André Marie de Chénier
Tel j'étais autrefois et tel je suis encor.
Quand ma main imprudente a tari mon trésor,
The Borough. Letter XXIII: Prisons
© George Crabbe
'TIS well--that Man to all the varying states
Of good and ill his mind accommodates;
The Bellman
© Muriel Stuart
BRING out your dead before you reap
From lips beloved infection dread;
Above such brows ye dare not weep!
Bring out your dead
The Dead To Clemenceau:
© Robinson Jeffers
NOVEMBER, 1929
Come (we say) Clemenceau.
Why should you live longer than others? The vacuum that sucked
Us down, and the former stars, draws at you also.
The Moon-Raker
© William Henry Ogilvie
That discovers him next day.
And may I be there to follow
When that rover leads the way !
The Desert Wind
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I went with happy heart (how happy!) a while since
Behind my camel flocks,
Piping all day where the Nile pastures end
And the white sand begins
The Healer
© George MacDonald
They come to thee, the halt, the maimed, the blind,
The devil-torn, the sick, the sore;
Thy heart their well of life they find,
Thine ear their open door.
To The Cuckoo
© William Wordsworth
O BLITHE New-comer! I have heard,
I hear thee and rejoice.
O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering Voice?
The Barrier
© Claude McKay
I must not gaze at them although
Your eyes are dawning day;
I must not watch you as you go
Your sun-illumined way;
