Poems begining by T
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The Immortal Part
© Alfred Edward Housman
When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
The New Mistress
© Alfred Edward Housman
"Oh, sick I am to see you, will you never let me be?
You may be good for something, but you are not good for me.
Oh, go where you are wanted, for you are not wanted here.
And that was all the farewell when I parted from my dear.
Think No More, Lad
© Alfred Edward Housman
Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly:
Why should men make haste to die?
Empty heads and tongues a-talking
Make the rough road easy walking,
And the feather pate of folly
Bears the falling sky.
The Recruit
© Alfred Edward Housman
Leave your home behind, lad,
And reach your friends your hand,
And go, and luck go with you
While Ludlow tower shall stand.
The Fairies Break Their Dances
© Alfred Edward Housman
The fairies break their dances
And leave the printed lawn,
And up from India glances
The silver sail of dawn.
The Chestnut Casts His Flambeaux
© Alfred Edward Housman
The chestnut casts his flambeaux, and the flowers
Stream from the hawthorn on the wind away,
The doors clap to, the pane is blind with showers.
Pass me the can, lad; there's an end of May.
The Street Sounds to the Soldiers' Tread
© Alfred Edward Housman
The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,
And out we troop to see:
A single redcoat turns his head,
He turns and looks at me.
The Isle Of Portland
© Alfred Edward Housman
The star-filled seas are smooth tonight
From France to England strown;
Black towers above Portland light
The felon-quarried stone.
The Lent Lily
© Alfred Edward Housman
'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The primroses are found.
The Carpenter's Son
© Alfred Edward Housman
"Here the hangman stops his cart:
Now the best of friends must part.
Fare you well, for ill fare I:
Live, lads, and I will die.
The True Lover
© Alfred Edward Housman
The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And whistled soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
The Merry Guide
© Alfred Edward Housman
Once in the wind of morning
I ranged the thymy wold;
The world-wide air was azure
And all the brooks ran gold.
The Grizzly Bear
© Alfred Edward Housman
The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild
It has devoured the little child.
The little child is unaware
It has been eaten by the bear.
The Laws of God, The Laws of Man
© Alfred Edward Housman
The laws of God, the laws of man,
He may keep that will and can;
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
The Day of Battle
© Alfred Edward Housman
"Far I hear the bugle blow
To call me where I would not go,
And the guns begin the song,
'Soldier, fly or stay for long.'
Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
© Alfred Edward Housman
Twice a week the winter thorough
Here stood I to keep the goal:
Football then was fighting sorrow
For the young man's soul.
Terence, This is Stupid Stuff
© Alfred Edward Housman
TERENCE, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There cant be much amiss, tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
The Night Game
© Robert Pinsky
Shaped by ignorance,
A succession of new worlds,
Congruities improvised by
Immigrants or children.
Two Poems from the War
© Archibald MacLeish
Not these, nor all we've been, nor all we've loved,
The pitiful familiar names, had moved
Our hearts to weep for them; but oh, the star
The future is! Eternity's too wan
To give again that undefeated, far,
All-possible irradiance of dawn.
