Poems begining by T
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To J. P.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
John Pierpont, the eloquent preacher and poet of Boston.
Not as a poor requital of the joy
The Great Carbuncle
© Sylvia Plath
We came over the moor-top
Through air streaming and green-lit,
Stone farms foundering in it,
Valleys of grass altering
In a light neither dawn
The Abbreviated Fox And His Sceptical Comrades
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
And another added these truthful words
In the midst of the eager hush,
"We can part our hair 'most anywhere
So long as we keep the brush."
To A Lady Upon A Looking-Glass Sent
© James Shirley
When this crystal shall present
Your beauty to your eye,
The Death of Morgan
© Anonymous
Throughout Australian History no tongue or pen can tell
Of such preconcerted treachery - there is no parallel -
As the tragic deed of Morgan's death; without warning he was shot,
On Peechelba Station it will never be forgot.
The Ideal
© Madison Julius Cawein
Thee have I seen in some waste Arden old,
A white-browed maiden by a foaming stream,
With eyes profound and looks like threaded gold,
And features like a dream.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
HE APPEALS AGAINST HIS BOND
In my distress Love made me sign a bond,
A cruel bond. 'Twas by necessity
Wrung from a foolish heart, alas, too fond,
The Wonder-Working Magician - Act III
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
DEMON. Why, how is this, that using your free-will
More than my precept meant,
Say for what end, what object, what intent,
Through ignorance or boldness can it be,
You thus come forth the sun's bright face to see?
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE EXCUSING HIS POVERTY
Ah! love, impute it not to me a sin
That my poor soul thus beggared comes to thee.
My soul a pilgrim was, in search of thine,
Toussaint LOuverture
© John Greenleaf Whittier
'T WAS night. The tranquil moonlight smile
With which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed down
Its beauty on the Indian isle,
On broad green field and white-walled town;
The Tree's Reflection
© Paul Verlaine
The trees' reflection in the misty stream
Dies off in livid steam;
Whilst up among the actual boughs, forlorn,
The tender wood-doves mourn.
The Bard
© William Gilmore Simms
Where dwells the spirit of the Bard-what sky
Persuades his daring wing,-
The Crab That Played with the Sea
© Rudyard Kipling
China-going P. & O.'s
Pass Pau Amma's playground close,
The Secret People
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger or honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evening; and they know no songs.
The Isle Of Founts
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Son of the stranger! wouldst thou take
O'er yon blue hills thy lonely way,
To reach the still and shining lake
Along whose banks the west-winds play?
-Let no vain dreams thy heart beguile,
Oh! seek thou not the Fountain-Isle!
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XLIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
A ``woman with a past.'' What happier omen
Could heart desire for mistress or for friend?
Phoenix of friends, and most divine of women,
Tir Nan Og
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE breeze blows out from the land and it seeks the sea,
O and O! that my sail were set and away--
Fast and free on its wings would my sailing be
To the west: to the Tir Nan Og, where the blessed stay!
They Can Only Drag You Down
© Henry Lawson
Leader, poet, singer, artist, who have struggled long and won,
Though the climbing is behind you, now the battle has begun,
Shut your ears unto the empty parrot phrases of the town,
Shun the hand-grips of your rivals, they can only drag you down.
