English poetry

English Poems – Page 285

More English Poems

Taking up the fair Ideal,

Taking up the fair Ideal,
Just to cast her down
When a fracture — we discover — …
Talk not to me of Summer Trees

Talk not to me of Summer Trees
The foliage of the mind
A Tabernacle is for Birds …
Tar and Feathers

Oh! the circus swooped down
On the Narrabri town,
For the Narrabri populace moneyed are; …

Banjo Paterson
Teach Him — When He makes the names —

Teach Him — When He makes the names —
Such an one — to say —
On his babbling — Berry — lips — …

Emily Dickinson
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight …
Terror in the house does roar

* * *
Terror in the house does roar
But Pity stands before the door

William Blake
That after Horror — that 'twas us —

That after Horror — that 'twas us —
That passed the mouldering Pier —
Just as the Granite Crumb let go — …
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet,

That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet,
And said that I was strong —
And could be mighty, if I liked — …
That I did always love

That I did always love
I bring thee Proof
That till I loved …

Emily Dickinson
That is solemn we have ended

That is solemn we have ended
Be it but a Play
Or a Glee among the Garret …

Emily Dickinson
That it will never come again

That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Believing what we don't believe …
That she forgot me was the least

That she forgot me was the least
I felt it second pain
That I was worthy to forget …

Emily Dickinson
That Such have died enable Us

That Such have died enable Us
The tranquiller to die —
That Such have lived, …

Emily Dickinson
That this should feel the need of Death

That this should feel the need of Death
The same as those that lived
Is such a Feat of Irony …
The Admirations — and Contempts — of time —

The Admirations — and Contempts — of time —
Show justest — through an Open Tomb —
The Dying — as it were a Height …

Emily Dickinson
The Angle of a Landscape —

The Angle of a Landscape —
That every time I wake —
Between my Curtain and the Wall …
The Atlantic Monthly/Volume 2/Number 3/Bringing Our Sheaves with Us

The time for toil is past, and night has come,—
The last and saddest of the harvest-eves;
Worn out with labor long and wearisome, …
The Auctioneer of Parting

The Auctioneer of Parting
His "Going, going, gone"
Shouts even from the Crucifix, …
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings —

The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings —
Like fallow Article —
And not a song pervade his Lips — …

Emily Dickinson
The Battle fought between the Soul

The Battle fought between the Soul
And No Man — is the One
Of all the Battles prevalent — …

Emily Dickinson