Poems begining by T

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The Moon is distant from the Sea

© Emily Dickinson

The Moon is distant from the Sea --
And yet, with Amber Hands --
She leads Him -- docile as a Boy --
Along appointed Sands --

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The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot

© Emily Dickinson

The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot --
No Power can untie
To stretch a little further
A Skein of Misery --

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The Mind lives on the Heart

© Emily Dickinson

The Mind lives on the Heart
Like any Parasite --
If that is full of Meat
The Mind is fat.

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The Merchant of the Picturesque

© Emily Dickinson

The Merchant of the Picturesque
A Counter has and sales
But is within or negative
Precisely as the calls --

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The Manner of its Death

© Emily Dickinson

The Manner of its Death
When Certain it must die --
'Tis deemed a privilege to choose --
'Twas Major Andre's Way --

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The Malay -- took the Pearl

© Emily Dickinson

The Malay -- took the Pearl --
Not -- I -- the Earl --
I -- feared the Sea -- too much
Unsanctified -- to touch --

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The Luxury to apprehend

© Emily Dickinson

The Luxury to apprehend
The Luxury 'twould be
To look at Thee a single time
An Epicure of Me

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The Love a Life can show Below

© Emily Dickinson

The Love a Life can show Below
Is but a filament, I know,
Of that diviner thing
That faints upon the face of Noon --
And smites the Tinder in the Sun --
And hinders Gabriel's Wing --

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The look of thee, what is it like

© Emily Dickinson

The look of thee, what is it like
Hast thou a hand or Foot
Or Mansion of Identity
And what is thy Pursuit?

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The long sigh of the Frog

© Emily Dickinson

The long sigh of the Frog
Upon a Summer's Day
Enacts intoxication
Upon the Revery --

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The lonesome for they know not What

© Emily Dickinson

The lonesome for they know not What --
The Eastern Exiles -- be --
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday --

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The Loneliness One dare not sound --

© Emily Dickinson

The Loneliness One dare not sound --
And would as soon surmise
As in its Grave go plumbing
To ascertain the size --

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The Lilac is an ancient shrub

© Emily Dickinson

The Lilac is an ancient shrub
But ancienter than that
The Firmamental Lilac
Upon the Hill tonight --

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The Lightning playeth -- all the while --

© Emily Dickinson

The Lightning playeth -- all the while --
But when He singeth -- then --
Ourselves are conscious He exist --
And we approach Him -- stern --

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The Lightning is a yellow Fork

© Emily Dickinson

The Lightning is a yellow Fork
From Tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropt
The awful Cutlery

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The Life we have is very great.

© Emily Dickinson

The Life we have is very great.
The Life that we shall see
Surpasses it, we know, because
It is Infinity.

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The Leaves like Women interchange

© Emily Dickinson

The Leaves like Women interchange
Exclusive Confidence --
Somewhat of nods and somewhat
Portentous inference.

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The last of Summer is Delight --

© Emily Dickinson

The last of Summer is Delight --
Deterred by Retrospect.
'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review --
Enchantment's Syndicate.

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The Lassitudes of Contemplation

© Emily Dickinson

The Lassitudes of Contemplation
Beget a force
They are the spirit's still vacation
That him refresh --
The Dreams consolidate in action --
What mettle fair

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The Lamp burns sure -- within

© Emily Dickinson

The Lamp burns sure -- within --
Tho' Serfs -- supply the Oil --
It matters not the busy Wick --
At her phosphoric toil!