Poems begining by T
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The Marmozet
© Hilaire Belloc
The species Man and Marmozet
Are intimately linked;
The Marmozet survives as yet,
But Men are all extinct.
The Dromedary
© Hilaire Belloc
The Dromedary is a cheerful bird:
I cannot say the same about the Kurd.
The Coming Of Arthur
© Alfred Tennyson
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.
Two Fragments Of Pindars Threni,
© Henry James Pye
Preserved By Plutarch
ON THE SITUATION OF THE BLEST.
The Night
© Hilaire Belloc
Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep,
To me when my tired eyelids close
Give thou repose.
The Pacifist
© Hilaire Belloc
Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to fight,
But Roaring Bill (who killed him) thought it right.
To A Lady In The Spleen
© Mary Barber
Why, lovely Lelia, so depress'd?
With wonted Smiles your Eyes adorn;
Drive gloomy Sorrow from your Breast,
And shine out, beauteous, as the Morn.
The Death and Last Confession of Wandering Peter
© Hilaire Belloc
When Peter Wanderwide was young
He wandered everywhere he would:
All that he approved was sung,
And most of what he saw was good.
The Enemy
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Would'st thou this monster, that we name the world,
Who round the envied tree of blissful fruit
Lies like a dragon curled
In jealous watch, our venture to dispute;
To The Romantic Traditionists
© Allen Tate
I have looked at them long,
My eyes blur; sourceless light
Keeps them forever young
Before our ageing sight.
The Evenlode
© Hilaire Belloc
Torture will give a dozen pence or more
To keep a drab from bawling at his door.
The public taste is quite a different thing-
Torture is positively paid to sing.
The Big Baboon
© Hilaire Belloc
The Big Baboon is found upon
The plains of Cariboo:
He goes about with nothing on
(A shocking thing to do).
Time Cures All
© Hilaire Belloc
It was my shame, and now it is my boast,
That I have loved you rather more than most.
The Lost Heifer
© Austin Clarke
When the herds of the rain were grazing
In the gap of the pure cold wind
And the watery hazes of the hazel
Brought her into my mind,
I thought of the last honey by the water
That no hive can find.
The Yak
© Hilaire Belloc
As a friend to the children
Commend me the Yak.
You will find it exactly the thing:
It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,
Or lead it about with a string.
The Peasant Of The Alps
© Charlotte Turner Smith
FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA.
WHERE cliffs arise by winter crown'd,
And through dark groves of pine around,
Down the deep chasms the snow-fed torrents foam,
The Statue
© Hilaire Belloc
When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will pass
And find a stone half-hidden in tall grass
And grey with age: but having seen that stone
(Which was your image), ride more slowly on.
Two In August
© John Crowe Ransom
Two that could not have lived their single lives
As can some husbands and wives
Did something strange: they tensed their vocal cords
And attacked each other with silences and words
Like catapulted stones and arrowed knives.
The Hippopotamus
© Hilaire Belloc
I shoot the Hippopotamus
With bullets made of platinum,
Because if I use leaden ones
His hide is sure to flatten 'em.
