Poems begining by T
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To Lucasta From Prison An Epode
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,
To fancy all the world beside.
The Inevitable Calm
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE sombre wings of the tempest,
In fetterless force unfurled,
Buffet the face of beauty,
And scar the grace of the world;
The Diligence Of The Young Wife Of An Officer
© Confucius
She gathers fast the large duckweed,
From valley stream that southward flows;
And for the pondweed to the pools
Left on the plains by floods she goes.
Truth
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastness{.e},
Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal;
For hord hath hate, and clymbyng tykelness{.e},
Prees hath envye, and wel{.e} blent overal.
The Old Burying-Ground
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,
Our hills are maple-crowned;
But not from them our fathers chose
The village burying-ground.
The Miracle of Purun Bhagat
© Rudyard Kipling
The night we felt the earth would move
We stole and plucked him by the hand,
Because we loved him with the love
That knows but cannot understand.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XXI. -- King Olaf's Deat
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All day has the battle raged,
All day have the ships engaged,
But not yet is assuaged
The vengeance of Eric the Earl.
The Young Friar
© Alfred Noyes
When leaves broke out on the wild briar,
And bells for matins rung,
Sorrow came to the old friar
Hundreds of years ago it was!
And May came to the young.
The Cageing Of Ares
© George Meredith
[Iliad, v. V. 385--Dedicated to the Council at The Hague.]
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed
The Old-Timer
© Arthur Chapman
He showed up in the springtime, when the geese began to honk;
He signed up with the outfit, and we fattened up his bronk;
His chaps were old and tattered, but he never seemed to mind,
Cause for worryin and frettin he had never been designed;
Hes the type of cattle-puncher that has vanished now, of course,
With his hundred-dollar saddle on his twenty-dollar horse.
Through the Dark Sodas Education
© Emily Dickinson
Through the Dark Sodas Education
The Lily passes sure
Feels her white footno trepidation
Her faithno fear
Three Portraits Of Prince Charles
© Andrew Lang
BEAUTIFUL face of a child,
Lighted with laughter and glee,
Mirthful, and tender, and wild,
My heart is heavy for thee!
1744
To Chadaev
© Alexander Pushkin
The lies of fame and loves resolve
Have vanished now without a trace,
The Silence of the Bush
© George Gordon McCrae
Theres that in our lone Bush, I know not what,
Which genders silence; Ive all that to learn.
To Doc Wylie
© Henry Lawson
THOUGH doctors may your name discard
And say you physicked vilely,
I would I were as good a bard
As you a doctor, Wylie!
The Lumbermen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WILDLY round our woodland quarters
Sad-voiced Autumn grieves;
Thickly down these swelling waters
Float his fallen leaves.
To Governor Swain
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
DEAR GOVERNOR, if my skiff might brave
The winds that lift the ocean wave,
The Fovrth Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Sermons and Epigrams haue a like end,
To improue, to reproue, and to amend:
Some passe without this vse, 'cause they are witty;
And so doe many Sermons, more's the pitty.
