Poems begining by T
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The Conqueror's Sleep
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Sleep 'midst thy banners furl'd!
Yes! thou art there, upon thy buckler lying,
With the soft wind unfelt around thee sighing,
Thou chief of hosts, whose trumpet shakes the world!
Sleep while the babe sleeps on its mother's breast-
-Oh! strong is night-for thou too art at rest!
The Glory Of Ruins
© Henry Van Dyke
The lizard rested on the rock while I sat among the ruins,
And the pride of man was like a vision of the night.
To Youth
© Sarojini Naidu
O YOUTH, sweet comrade Youth, wouldst thou be gone?
Long have we dwelt together, thou and I;
Together drunk of many an alien dawn,
And plucked the fruit of many an alien sky.
The Missionary - Canto Fourth
© William Lisle Bowles
Earth upon the billet heap;
So may a tyrant's heart be buried deep!
The dark woods echoed to the long acclaim,
Accursed be his nation and his name!
To The Pliocene Skull
© Francis Bret Harte
"Speak, O man, less recent! Fragmentary fossil!
Primal pioneer of pliocene formation,
Hid in lowest drifts below the earliest stratum
Of volcanic tufa!
Tears, Idle Tears
© Alfred Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf V. -- The Skerry Of Shri
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Now from all King Olaf's farms
His men-at-arms
Gathered on the Eve of Easter;
To his house at Angvalds-ness
Fast they press,
Drinking with the royal feaster.
The Quarter-Gunner's Yarn
© Sir Henry Newbolt
We lay at St. Helen's, and easy she rode
With one anchor catted and fresh-water stowed;
When the barge came alongside like bullocks we roared,
For we knew what we carried with Nelson aboard.
The Reverend Simon Magus
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A rich advowson, highly prized,
For private sale was advertised;
And many a parson made a bid;
The REVEREND SIMON MAGUS did.
The Cup Of Comus
© Madison Julius Cawein
PROEM
THE Nights of song and story,
With breath of frost and rain,
Whose locks are wild and hoary,
To Erinna
© Sara Teasdale
Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind,
O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre,
To The Lacedemonians
© Allen Tate
Go you tell them
That we their servants, well-trained, gray-coated
And haired (both foot and horse) or in
The grave, them obey . . . obey them,
What commands?
The Shortness Of Life
© Francis Quarles
And what's a life? A weary pilgrimage,
Whose glory in one day doth fill the stage
With childhood, manhood, and decrepit age.
The Young Author
© Samuel Johnson
When first the peasant, long inclined to roam,
Forsakes his rural sports and peaceful home,
To Leuconoee
© Eugene Field
Seek not, Leuconoee, to know how long you're going to live yet,
What boons the gods will yet withhold, or what they're going to give yet;
The Wife Of Usher's Well
© Andrew Lang
There lived a wife at Usher's Well,
And a wealthy wife was she;
She had three stout and stalwart sons,
And sent them oer the sea,
The Despised Lover's Resolution
© Theocritus
Now I go whither thou hast sentenced me,
Whither, 'tis said, the road is common,
Where oblivion is the remedy for those that love.
But could I drink it all,
Not even thus could I slake
My passionate longing.
The Boy's Adventure
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Dear Father," he wrote me from Somewhere in France,
Where he's waiting with Pershing to lead the advance,
This Bread I Break
© Dylan Thomas
This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine upon a foreign tree
Plunged in its fruit;
Man in the day or wine at night
Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.
The Prophetic Bard's Oration: From A Faun's Holiday
© Robert Nichols
For Pan, the Unknown God, rules all.
He shall outlive the funeral,
Change, and decay, of many Gods,
Until he, too, lets fall his rods
Of viewless power upon that minute
When Universe cowers at Infinite!
