Poems begining by T
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The Cities Of The Plain
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"Get ye up from the wrath of God's terrible day!
Ungirded, unsandalled, arise and away!
'T is the vintage of blood, 't is the fulness of time,
And vengeance shall gather the harvest of crime!"
The Gift
© David Lehman
"He gave her class. She gave him sex."
-- Katharine Hepburn on Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers He gave her money. She gave him head.
He gave her tips on "aggressive growth" mutual funds. She gave him a red rose
and a little statue of eros.
The Difference Between Pepsi And Coke
© David Lehman
Can't swim; uses credit cards and pills to combat
intolerable feelings of inadequacy;
Won't admit his dread of boredom, chief impulse behind
numerous marital infidelities;
To A Blank Sheet Of Paper
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WAN-VISAGED thing! thy virgin leaf
To me looks more than deadly pale,
Unknowing what may stain thee yet,--
A poem or a tale.
The Mother Poem (two)
© Jackie Kay
Now when people say ah but
It's not like having your own child though is it
I say of course it is what else is it
She's my child I have brought her up
Told her stories wept at losses
Laughed at her pleasures she is mine.
The Dead Player: In Memory Of Dudley Digges
© Padraic Colum
THE candles lighted and the figure prone
Announce this to you: they are laid aside,
The noble, whimsical and pathetic roles,
Disanimated, not to be resumed!
The Mountainsgrow unnoticed
© Emily Dickinson
The Mountainsgrow unnoticed
Their Purple figures rise
Without attemptExhaustion
Assistanceor Applause
The Moralists
© Yvor Winters
You would extend the mind beyond the act,
Furious, bending, suffering in thin
The Passing of the Elder Bards
© William Wordsworth
THE MIGHTY Minstrel breathes no longer,
Mid mouldering ruins low he lies;
And death upon the braes of Yarrow
Has closed the Shepherd-poets eyes:
The Third Satire Of Dr. John Donne
© Thomas Parnell
Compassion checks my spleen, yet Scorn denies
The tears a passage thro' my swelling eyes;
To laugh or weep at sins, might idly show,
Unheedful passion, or unfruitful woe.
Satyr! arise, and try thy sharper ways,
If ever Satyr cur'd an old disease.
The Swan Song of Parson Avery
© John Greenleaf Whittier
When the reaper's task was ended, and the summer wearing late,
Parson Avery sailed from Newbury, with his wife and children eight,
Dropping down the river-harbor in the shallop "Watch and Wait."
The Poet
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
There was strength in him and the weak won freely from it,
There was an infinite pity, and hard hearts grew soft thereby,
There was truth so unshrinking and starry-shining,
Men read clear by its light and learned to scorn a lie.
The Cloud
© Sara Teasdale
I am a cloud in the heaven's height,
The stars are lit for my delight,
Tireless and changeful, swift and free,
I cast my shadow on hill and sea-
But why do the pines on the mountain's crest
Call to me always, "Rest, rest"?
This Lady's Cruelty
© Sir Philip Sidney
WITH how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What! may it be that even in heavenly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries?
The Highway
© Sir Philip Sidney
Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,
And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
Tempers her words to trampling horses' feet
More oft than to a chamber-melody,--
The Lamp burns surewithin
© Emily Dickinson
The Lamp burns surewithin
Tho' Serfssupply the Oil
It matters not the busy Wick
At her phosphoric toil!
The Cavalier's March To London
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
To horse! to horse! brave Cavaliers!
To horse for Church and Crown!
