Poems begining by T
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Two Lengths has every Day --
© Emily Dickinson
Two Lengths has every Day --
Its absolute extent
And Area superior
By Hope or Horror lent --
Two -- were immortal twice --
© Emily Dickinson
Two -- were immortal twice --
The privilege of few --
Eternity -- obtained -- in Time --
Reversed Divinity --
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
© Emily Dickinson
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
Proffered to the Plain --
Twice a Winter's silver Fracture
On the Rivers been --
Truth -- is as old as God --
© Emily Dickinson
Truth -- is as old as God --
His Twin identity
And will endure as long as He
A Co-Eternity --
Trusty as the stars
© Emily Dickinson
Trusty as the stars
Who quit their shining working
Prompt as when I lit them
In Genesis' new house,
Trust in the Unexpected --
© Emily Dickinson
Trust in the Unexpected --
By this -- was William Kidd
Persuaded of the Buried Gold --
As One had testified --
Trust adjust her "Peradventure" --
© Emily Dickinson
Trust adjust her "Peradventure" --
Phantoms entered "and not you."
Trudging to Eden, looking backward,
© Emily Dickinson
Trudging to Eden, looking backward,
I met Somebody's little Boy
Asked him his name -- He lisped me "Trotwood" --
Lady, did He belong to thee?
Triumph -- may be of several kinds
© Emily Dickinson
Triumph -- may be of several kinds --
There's Triumph in the Room
When that Old Imperator -- Death --
By Faith
Tried always and Condemned by thee
© Emily Dickinson
Tried always and Condemned by thee
Permit me this reprieve
That dying I may earn the look
For which I cease to live --
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
© Emily Dickinson
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
Unless thou know'st the Tune
Or every Bird will point at thee
Because a Bard too soon --
Too scanty 'twas to die for you,
© Emily Dickinson
Too scanty 'twas to die for you,
The merest Greek could that.
The living, Sweet, is costlier --
I offer even that --
Too little way the House must lie
© Emily Dickinson
Too little way the House must lie
From every Human Heart
That holds in undisputed Lease
A white inhabitant --
Too few the mornings be,
© Emily Dickinson
Too few the mornings be,
Too scant the nights.
No lodging can be had
For the delights
Too cold is this
© Emily Dickinson
Too cold is this
To warm with Sun --
Too stiff to bended be,
To joint this Agate were a work --
Outstaring Masonry --
Today or this noon
© Emily Dickinson
Today or this noon
She dwelt so close
I almost touched her --
Tonight she lies
To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
© Emily Dickinson
To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
What must the Midnights -- be!
To wait an Hour -- is long --
© Emily Dickinson
To wait an Hour -- is long --
If Love be just beyond --
To wait Eternity -- is short --
If Love reward the end --
To venerate the simple days
© Emily Dickinson
To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!
To try to speak, and miss the way
© Emily Dickinson
To try to speak, and miss the way
And ask it of the Tears,
Is Gratitude's sweet poverty,
The Tatters that he wears --
