Poems begining by T
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Touched my family
© Ivan Donn Carswell
Even from afar came shouts of recognition
joyful voices rang across the years disdained and
faces of our childhood unforgot fit instantly familiar names;
voices still the same despite the extra grey, the extra lines,
The Swiss Alps
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
YESTERDAY brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one,
Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar.
The Voice Of Beauty Drowned
© Robert Graves
'Cry from the thicket my heart's bird!'
The other birds woke all around;
The Exposed Nest
© Robert Frost
You were forever finding some new play.
So when I saw you down on hands and knees
The Riding Of The Rebel
© William Henry Ogilvie
And the boys were dumb with wonder, and sat, and the Red Creek overseer
Was first to drop from the stockyard fence and give him a hearty cheer.
He raised his hat in answer and --- the golden hair floated free!
And the blue eyes lit with laughter as she shouted merrily:
"You can reach me down my bridle, give my girths and saddle back,
For the outlaw of Glenidol is a broken lady's hack!"
To A Pair Of Gloves
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Jus' a little pair o' gloves,
Sorter thin an' worn;
The New Year
© George MacDonald
Be welcome, year! with corn and sickle come;
Make poor the body, but make rich the heart:
What man that bears his sheaves, gold-nodding, home,
Will heed the paint rubbed from his groaning cart!
The Reply Of The Fountain
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
HOW deep within each human heart,
A thousand treasured feelings lie;
Things precious, delicate, apart,
Too sensitive for human eye.
The Fiddler
© Lola Ridge
In a little Hungarian cafe
Men and women are drinking
Yellow wine in tall goblets.
To A Picture Of Eleanor Duse
© Sara Teasdale
Was ever any face like this before
So light a veiling for the soul within,
So pure and yet so pitiful for sin?
They say the soul will pass the Heavy Door,
To Napoleon
© John Clare
The heroes of the present and the past
Were puny, vague, and nothingness to thee:
The Tipler To His Bottle
© George Moses Horton
What hast thou ever done for me?
Defeated every good endeavor;
I never can through life agree
To place my confidence in thee,
Not ever, no, never!
The Destroyer
© Lola Ridge
I trail my fingers along the Alps
And an avalanche falls in my wake…
I feel in my quivering length
When it buries the hamlet beneath…
The Wandering Pilgrim
© Matthew Prior
Will Piggot must to Coxwould go,
To live, alas! in want,
Unless Sir Thomas say, No, no,
Th' allowance is too scant.
The Morning Watch
© Jones Very
'Tis near the morning watch, the dim lamp burns
But scarcely shows how dark the slumbering street;
The Farewell to Clarimonde
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst not forget me.
Although no more I haunt thy dreams at night,
Thy hungering heart forever must regret me,
And starve for those lost moments of delight.
Triple Feature
© Denise Levertov
Innocent decision: to enjoy.
And the pathos
of hopefulness, of his solicitude:
The Black Cottage
© Robert Frost
We chanced in passing by that afternoon
To catch it in a sort of special picture
The Métier of Blossoming
© Denise Levertov
Fully occupied with growing--that's
the amaryllis. Growing especially
at night: it would take
only a bit more patience than I've got
