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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
Thistle-Down	Clara Doty Bates		English	Never a beak has my white bird, Nor throat for song; But wings of silk by soft wind stirred Bear it along. With wings of silk and a heart of seed, Over field and town It sails,—ah! quaint little bird indeed Is the thistle-...
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 That they have done expecting me — When Night — descending — dumb — and dark — They hear my unexpected knock —...
Tho' my destiny be Fustian —				Tho' my destiny be Fustian — Hers be damask fine — Tho' she wear a silver apron — I, a less divine — Still, my little Gypsy being I would far prefer, Still, my little sunburnt bosom To...
Thomas a Kempis	Richard Rogers Bowker		English	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, For many summers’ birds a sure retreat, The place of perfect peace. And here, most meet For meditation, where...
Thomas a Kempis	Lizette Woodworth Reese		English	Brother of mine, good monk with cowlëd head, Walled from that world which thou hast long since fled, And pacing thy green close beyond the sea, I send my heart to thee. Down gust-sweet walks, bordered by lavender, While eastward, westward, the mad...
Thor recovers his Hammer from Thrym	William Herbert	1798	English	From the Icelandic by W. Herbert WROTH waxed Thor, when his sleep was flown, And he found his trusty hammer gone; He smote his brow, his beard he shook, The son of earth ’gan round him look; And this the first word that he spoke: “Now listen what I...
Thoralf and Synnov	Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen		English	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, When valleyward it shoots and darts like shafts from elfin bow? Have you...
Thoreau	Amos Bronson Alcott		English	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; Masterful in genius was he, and unique, Patient, sagacious, tender, frolicsome. This Concord Pan would oft his whistle take,...
Thoreau's Flute	Louisa May Alcott		English	We, sighing, said, “Our Pan is dead; His pipe hangs mute beside the river; Around it wistful sunbeams quiver, But Music’s airy voice is fled. Spring mourns as for untimely frost; The bluebird chants a requiem; The willow-blossom waits for...
Those cattle smaller than a Bee				Those cattle smaller than a Bee That herd upon the eye — Whose tillage is the passing Crumb — Those Cattle are the Fly — Of Barns for Winter — blameless — Extemporaneous stalls They found to our objection...
Those fair — fictitious People —			English	Those fair — fictitious People — The Women — plucked away From our familiar Lifetime — The Men of Ivory — Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas — Who stay upon the Wall In Everlasting Keepsake — ...
Those final Creatures, — who they are —				Those final Creatures, - who they are - That faithful to the close Administer her ecstasy, But just the Summer knows.
Those Names			English	The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along: The "ringer" that shore a hundred, as they never were shorn before, And the novice who, toiling bravely, had tommy-hawked...
Those not live yet				Those not live yet Who doubt to live again — "Again" is of a twice But this — is one — The Ship beneath the Draw Aground — is he? Death — so — the Hyphen of the Sea — Deep is the Schedule...
Those who have been in the Grave the longest —			English	Those who have been in the Grave the longest — Those who begin Today — Equally perish from our Practise — Death is the other way — Foot of the Bold did least attempt it — It — is the White Exploit — ...
Those — dying then,				Those — dying then, Knew where they went — They went to God's Right Hand — That Hand is amputated now And God cannot be found — The abdication of Belief Makes the Behavior small — Better...
Though the great Waters sleep,				Though the great Waters sleep, That they are still the Deep, We cannot doubt — No vacillating God Ignited this Abode To put it out —
Thought	Christopher Pearse Cranch		English	Thought is deeper than all speech, Feeling deeper than all thought; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught. We are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove...
Thought I, the fallen flowers				"Thought I, the fallen flowers Are returning to their branch; But lo! they were butterflies."
Thoughts in a Library			English	Speak low—tread softly through these halls; Here genius lives enshrined,— Here reign, in silent majesty, The monarchs of the mind. A mighty spirit-host they...