Poems begining by T
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The Land Of Hearts Made Whole
© Madison Julius Cawein
Do you know the way that goes
Over fields of rue and rose,--
Warm of scent and hot of hue,
Roofed with heaven's bluest blue,--
To the Vale of Dreams Come True?
The Two Children Pt. II
© Emily Jane Brontë
Child of Delight! with sunbright hair
And seablue, sea-deep eyes;
Spirit of Bliss, what brings thee here,
Beneath these sullen skies?
The Aziola
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
'Do you not hear the Aziola cry?
Methinks she must be nigh,'
Said Mary, as we sate
To The Lady In The Electric
© Edgar Albert Guest
Lady in the show case carriage,
Do not think that I'm a bear;
The Glory Of The Heavens
© Emile Verhaeren
Shining in dim transparence, the whole of infinity lies
Behind the veil that the finger of radiant winter weaves
And down on us falls the foliage of stars in glittering sheaves;
From out the depths of the forest, the forest obscure of the skies,
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto III.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV The Attainment
You love? That's high as you shall go;
For 'tis as true as Gospel text,
Not noble then is never so,
Either in this world or the next.
The Legend Of The Crossbill. (From The German Of Julius Mosen)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the cross the dying Saviour
Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm,
Feels, but scarcely feels, a trembling
In his pierced and bleeding palm.
The Preface of L. Blundeston
© Barnabe Googe
The Senses dull of my appalled muse
Foreweryed with the trauayle of my brayne
The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said
© William Wordsworth
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said
"Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art bright!"
The Last Of His Tribe
© Henry Kendall
He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
And hides in the dark of his hair;
For he cannot look up to the storm-smitten trees,
Or think of the loneliness there -
Of the loss and the loneliness there.
The Sleeping Child
© Eugene Field
My baby slept--how calm his rest,
As o'er his handsome face a smile
Like that of angel flitted, while
He lay so still upon my breast!
The Eagle of the Blue
© Herman Melville
ALOFT he guards the starry folds
Who is the brother of the star;
The bird whose joy is in the wind
Exulteth in the war.
The Old Acacia Tree
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
Neither daylight nor the darkness
See how silently I wander.
Not on mountain, nor in valley,
Does an old acacia ponder.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: LII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Lame, impotent conclusion to youth's dreams
Vast as all heaven! See, what glory lies
Entangled here in these base stratagems,
The South Wind: A Fisherman's Blessing
© Charles Kingsley
O blessed drums of Aldershot!
O blessed South-west train!
O blessed, blessed Speaker's clock,
All prophesying rain!
Terminal
© Sylvia Plath
Turning the tables of this grave gourmet,
the fiendish butler saunters in and serves
for feast the sweetest meat of hell's chef d' uvres:
his own pale bride upon a flaming tray:
parsleyed with elegies, she lies in state
waiting for his grace to consecrate.
The Elphin Nourrice
© Andrew Lang
I heard a cow low, a bonnie cow low,
An' a cow low down in yon glen;
Lang, lang will my young son greet,
Or his mither bid him come ben.
The Bachelor
© William Barnes
No! I don't begrudge en his life,
Nor his goold, nor his housen, nor lands;
