Poems begining by T
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To William Hayley, Esq. June 29, 1793.
© William Cowper
Dear architect of fine Chateaux in air,
Worthier to stand for ever, if they could,
Than any built of stone, or yet of wood,
For back of royal elephant to bear;
The Childless Father
© William Wordsworth
"UP, Timothy, up with your staff and away!
Not a soul in the village this morning will stay;
The hare has just started from Hamilton's grounds,
And Skiddaw is glad with the cry of the hounds."
The Belfry
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Dark is the stair, and humid the old walls
Wherein it winds, on worn stones, up the tower.
Only by loophole chinks at intervals
Pierces the late glow of this August hour.
The Rosy Hour
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
And in that rosy rosy hour,
When bird sang out and scented flower,
Came words to me from heaven above:
"Awake, young heart, awake and love!"
The Pier-Glass
© Robert Graves
Lost manor where I walk continually
A ghost, while yet in woman's flesh and blood;
The Little Gable Window
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
There's a little gable window in a cottage far away,
Where a child in purple twilights used to softly kneel and pray,
While across the marge of evening fell the darkness, and the stars
Peeped in tender benediction over Heaven's silver bars.
The Building
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Were our vision clearer far,
In this sin-dimmed world of ours,
Would we not more thankful be
For the love that sends us flowers?
The Old Gray Wall
© Bliss William Carman
Children roving the fields
With early flowers in spring,
Old men turning to look,
When they heard a blue-bird sing,
The Menagerie
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
The rejected word "peace"
At the beginning of an outraged era;
A church lamp in a grotto
And the air of mountain lands
Thrown Away
© Rudyard Kipling
Stopped in the straight when the race was his own
Look at him cutting it-cur to the bone!
Ask ere the youngster be rated and chidden
What did he carry and how was he ridden?
May be they used him too much at the start.
May be Fate's weight-cloth are breaking his heart.
The Wayfarers
© George Essex Evans
And whither gone? On what wild flight
By planet pale and sceptred star?
What realms of sorrow or delight
Now wander they afar?
To Cloe
© Matthew Prior
Whilst I am scorch'd with hot desire,
In vain cold Friendship you return,
Your drops of pity on my fire,
Alas! but make it fiercer burn.
To Professor And Mrs. J.S. Blackie
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
If Time that feeds love dies to die no more,
Immortal hours, dear friends, were yours and mine;
The Face That Launch'd A Thousand Ships
© Christopher Marlowe
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
The Three Gossips' Wager
© Jean de La Fontaine
AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
The Complaint Of New Amsterdam
© Jacob Steendam
I'm a grandchild of the Gods
Who on th' Amstel have abodes;
Whence their orders forth are sent
Swift for aid and punishment.
To The Praise Of The Dead And The Anatomy
© John Donne
VVEll dy'de the World, that we might liue to see
This World of wit, in his Anatomee:
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: X
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON HER FORGIVENESS OF A WRONG
This is not virtue. To forgive were great
If love were in the issue and not gold.
But wrongs there are 'tis treason to forget,
The Swallows
© Augusta Davies Webster
AH! swallows, is it so?
Did loving lingering summer, whose slow pace
