Poems begining by T
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The Lover And Birds
© William Allingham
Within a budding grove,
In April's ear sang every bird his best,
The Comedian As The Letter C: 06 - And Daughters With Curls
© Wallace Stevens
Portentous enunciation, syllable
To blessed syllable affined, and sound
The nearest Dream recedesunrealized
© Emily Dickinson
The nearest Dream recedesunrealized
The Heaven we chase,
The Song Of Despair
© Pablo Neruda
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time.
In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The True Philosophy
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I'D have you use a wise philosophy,
In this, as in all matters, whereupon
Judgment may freely act; truth ever lies
Between extremes; avoid the spendthrift's folly
The Susceptible Chancellor
© William Schwenck Gilbert
The law is the true embodiment
Of everything that's excellent.
The Soldier's Funeral
© Robert Southey
O my God!
I thank thee that I am not such as these
I thank thee for the eye that sees, the heart
That feels, the voice that in these evil days
That amid evil tongues, exalts itself
And cries aloud against the iniquity.
The College Colonel
© Herman Melville
He rides at their head;
A crutch by his saddle just slants in view,
The White Witch
© James Weldon Johnson
O, brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night,
Trust not your prowess nor your strength;
Your only safety lies in flight;
For in her glance there is a snare,
And in her smile there is a blight.
The Enchanted Lake
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I found a dark enchanted lake,
That lay within a lonely glade;
To George H. Boker
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
IT hath been thine to prove what use and power,
What sweetness, and what glorious strength belong
To the brief compass of that slandered song
We term the Sonnet. Thine hath been the dower
The Muses Threnodie: Second Muse
© Henry Adamson
Then thus, quod I, good Gall, I pray thee show,
For cleerly all antiquities yee know:
What mean these skonses, and these hollow trenches,
Throughout these fallow fields and yonder inches?
And these great heaps of stones like piramids,
Doubtless all these ye knew, that so much reads;
The Dawn
© George MacDonald
And must I ever wake, gray dawn, to know
Thee standing sadly by me like a ghost?
The Children Of The Foam
© William Wilfred Campbell
You may hear our hailing, hailing,
For the voices of our home;
Ride we, ride we, ever home,
Haunted children of the foam.
The Face Of Qana
© Nizar Qabbani
The face of Qana
Pale, like that of Jesus
and the sea breeze of April…
Rains of blood.. and tears..
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The Hour When We Shall Meet Again
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Dim hour! that sleep'st on pillowing clouds afar,
O rise and yoke the turtles to thy car!
Bend o'er the traces, blame each ligering dove!
And give me to the bosom of my love!
