Love Poems – Page 3235
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Thistle-Down
Never a beak has my white bird, / Nor throat for song; / But wings of silk by soft wind stirred … -
Tho' I get home how late — how late —
Tho' I get home how late — how late — / So I get home - 'twill compensate — / Better will be the Ecstasy … -
Tho' my destiny be Fustian —
Tho' my destiny be Fustian — / Hers be damask fine — / Tho' she wear a silver apron — … -
Thomas a Kempis
Turn with me from the city’s clamorous street, / Where throng and push passions and lusts and hate, / And enter, through this age-browned, ivied gate, … -
Thomas the Rhymer
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank; / A ferlie he spied wi' his e'e; / And there he saw a ladye bright … -
Thor recovers his Hammer from Thrym
From the Icelandic by W. Herbert / WROTH waxed Thor, when his sleep was flown, / And he found his trusty hammer gone; … -
Thoralf and Synnov
O, have you been in Gudbrand’s dale, where Laagen’s mighty flood / Chants evermore its wild refrain unto the listening wood? / And have you seen the evening sun on those bright glaciers glow, … -
Thoreau
Who nearer Nature’s life would truly come / Must nearest come to him of whom I speak; / He all kinds knew,—the vocal and the dumb; … -
Thoreau's Flute
We, sighing, said, “Our Pan is dead; / His pipe hangs mute beside the river; / Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, … -
Those — dying then,
Those — dying then, / Knew where they went — / They went to God's Right Hand — …
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