Poems begining by T
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Tortoise Shout
© David Herbert Lawrence
War-cry, triumph, acute-delight, death-scream reptilian,
Why was the veil torn?
The silken shriek of the soul's torn membrane?
The male soul's membrane
Torn with a shriek half music, half horror.
The Enkindled Spring
© David Herbert Lawrence
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
Thought
© David Herbert Lawrence
Thought, I love thought.
But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas
I despise that self-important game.
Thought is the welling up of unknown life into consciousness,
The Rewards Of Industry
© Edgar Albert Guest
A FRIEND of mine said yesterday: "There goes a man across the way
Who paid ten thousand dollars for a home a week ago;
Trees In The Garden
© David Herbert Lawrence
And the ghostly, creamy coloured little tree of leaves
white, ivory white among the rambling greens
how evanescent, variegated elder, she hesitates on the green grass
as if, in another moment, she would disappear
with all her grace of foam!
The Sunflower
© James Montgomery
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand,
And on the sun's noon-glory gaze:
Tortoise Family Connections
© David Herbert Lawrence
On he goes, the little one,
Bud of the universe,
Pediment of life.
Setting off somewhere, apparently.
Whither away, brisk egg?
The Dead Christ
© Julia Ward Howe
Take the dead Christ to my chamber,
The Christ I brought from Rome;
The Lady Visitor In The Pauper Ward
© Robert Graves
Why do you break upon this old, cool peace,
This painted peace of ours,
The Comedian As The Letter C: 03 - Approaching Carolina
© Wallace Stevens
The book of moonlight is not written yet
Nor half begun, but, when it is, leave room
They Shall Be Mine, Saith The Lord
© John Newton
When sinners utter boasting words,
And glory in their shame;
The Lord, well-pleased, an ear affords
To those who fear his name.
The Song of a Man Who has Come Through
© David Herbert Lawrence
Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.
The Desert
© Mathilde Blind
Uncircumscribed, unmeasured, vast,
Eternal as the Sea;
What lacks the tidal sea thou hast-
Profound stability.
The Peasant's Return
© William Barnes
And passing here through evening dew,
He hastened happy to her door,
But found the old folk only two
With no more footsteps on the floor
To walk again below the skies
Where beaten paths do fall and rise.
The Witch's Frolic
© Richard Harris Barham
Thou mayest have read, my little boy Ned,
Though thy mother thine idlesse blames,
In Doctor Goldsmith's history book,
Of a gentleman called King James,
In quilted doublet, and great trunk breeches,
Who held in abhorrence tobacco and witches.
The Elephant Is Slow To Mate
© David Herbert Lawrence
The elephant, the huge old beast,
is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
they wait
