Poems begining by T
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To The Negotiations In Kabul
© Joseph Brodsky
You, the brutal-hearted sky-scraping mountain tribes!
Lamb and horseflesh - is all your menu describes;
Long beards and handcrafted rugs, your loud guttural names;
Never before have seen a sea, not to mention a piano - in your eyes.
The Retreat
© Henry King
Pursue no more (my thoughts!) that false unkind,
You may assoon imprison the North-wind;
Or catch the Lightning as it leaps; or reach
The leading billow first ran down the breach;
The Attribute of Venus
© William Shenstone
Yes; Fulvia is like Venus fair,
Has all her bloom, and shape, and air;
But still, to perfect every grace,
She wants-the smile upon her face.
Take Me Under Your Wing
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
Take me under your wing,
be my mother, my sister.
Take my head to your breast,
my banished prayers to your nest.
The Gravedigger
© Bliss William Carman
OH, the shambling sea is a sexton old,
And well his work is done.
With an equal grave for lord and knave,
He buries them every one.
The Purple Thread
© Katharine Lee Bates
"The priests distributed various coloured silken threads to weave for the veil of the sanctuary; and it fell to Mary's lot to weave purple."
The Book of the Bee, ch. XXXIV.
The Washers of the Shroud
© James Russell Lowell
Along a riverside, I know not where,
I walked one night in mystery of dream;
A chill creeps curdling yet beneath my hair,
To think what chanced me by the pallid gleam
Of a moon-wraith that waned through haunted air.
The Nobleman's Wedding
© William Allingham
I once was a guest at a Nobleman's wedding;
Fair was the Bride, but she scarce had been kind,
And now in our mirth, she had tears nigh the shedding
Her former true lover still runs in her mind.
The Secret
© James Russell Lowell
I have a fancy: how shall I bring it
Home to all mortals wherever they be?
Say it or sing it? Shoe it or wing it,
So it may outrun or outfly ME,
Merest cocoon-web whence it broke free?
Tekel
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East,
Then from the splendour and the shame of Rome--
The Oldest Inhabitant
© Augusta Davies Webster
"AND when came I to this town?" did he say!
A question asked for the asking's sake,
The First Kiss
© Norman Rowland Gale
On Helens heart the day were night!
But I may not adventure there:
The Pride That Comes After
© Henry Lawson
It knows it all, it knows it all,
The world of groans and laughter,
The Daisy - On Finding one in Bloom on Christmas-day
© James Montgomery
There is a flower, a little flower
With silver crest and golden eye,
That welcomes every changing hour,
And weathers every sky.
The Fly
© Walter de la Mare
How large unto the tiny fly
Must little things appear!-
A rosebud like a feather bed,
Its prickle like a spear;
The Irish Emigrants Mother
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
"Oh! come, my mother, come away, across the sea-green water;
Oh! come with me, and come with him, the husband of thy daughter;
Oh! come with us, and come with them, the sister and the brother,
Who, prattling climb thy ag'ed knees, and call thy daughter-mother.
The Bushmans Lullaby
© Rolf Boldrewood
Lift me down to the creek bank, Jack,
It must be fresher outside;
The long hot day is well nigh done;
Its a chance if I see another one;
I should like to look on the setting sun,
And the water, cool and wide.
The United Fruit Co.
© Pablo Neruda
Among the blood-thirsty flies
the Fruit Company lands its ships,
taking off the coffee and the fruit;
the treasure of our submerged
territories flow as though
on plates into the ships.
Thank and Praise Jehovah's Name
© James Montgomery
Thank and Praise Jehovahs Name;
For His mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same
To eternity endure.
To Miss C-----, On Her Birthday
© William Cowper
How many between east and west,
Disgrace their parent earth,
Whose deeds constrain us to detest
The day that gave them birth!
