Poems begining by T
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The Last Song Of Camoens
© William Lisle Bowles
The morning shone on Tagus' rocky side,
And airs of summer swelled the yellow tide,
The Rock of Rubies and the Quarry of Pearls
© Robert Herrick
Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew:
And nothing I did say,
The Faded Flower
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk,
Poor faded flow'ret! on his careless way;
To The Author Of A Sonnet, Beginning, '"Sad Is My Verse," You Say, "And Yet No Tear"'
© George Gordon Byron
Thy verse is 'sad' enough, no doubt:
A devilish deal more sad than witty!
Why we should weep I can't find out,
Unless for thee we weep in pity.
Three Songs To The Same Tune
© William Butler Yeats
I
GRANDFATHER sang it under the gallows:
" Hear, gentlemen, ladies, and all mankind:
Money is good and a girl might be better.
The Malaytook the Pearl
© Emily Dickinson
The Malaytook the Pearl
NotIthe Earl
Ifeared the Seatoo much
Unsanctifiedto touch
To Rudyard Kipling
© Bliss William Carman
What need have you of praising? Could I find
Some lonely poet no one praises yet,
Telemachus Versus Mentor
© Francis Bret Harte
Don't mind me, I beg you, old fellow,--I'll do very well here alone;
You must not be kept from your "German" because I've dropped in like
a stone.
Leave all ceremony behind you, leave all thought of aught but
yourself;
And leave, if you like, the Madeira, and a dozen cigars on the shelf.
Tell Me
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Tell me I'm clever,
Tell me I'm kind,
Tell me I'm talented,
Tell me I'm cute,
Tuesday's Child
© Julie Hill Alger
All the babies born that Tuesday,
full of grace, went home by Thursday
except for one, my tiny girl
who rushed toward light too soon.
The Inn-Keeper Makes Excuses
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Oh, if only I had known!"
Said the keeper of the inn.
"But no hint to me was shown,
And I didn't let them in.
The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto II.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
The Brook
© Alfred Tennyson
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
The Soldier
© John Clare
Home furthest off grows dearer from the way;
And when the army in the Indias lay
The Hunter
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I have fought against the poodle with his gory, deadly paws;
I have faced the fearsome kitten, wild and bony,
And somehow I've evaded the enormous chomping jaws
Of the frighteningly ferocious Shetland pony.
