Poems begining by T
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The Aged Lover Renounceth Love
© Thomas Vaux
. I loathe that I did love,
In youth that I thought sweet;
To Anna Three Years Old
© John Clare
My Anna, summer laughs in mirth,
And we will of the party be,
And leave the crickets in the hearth
For green fields' merry minstrelsy.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
FROM THE FRENCH OF ANVERS
My heart has its secret, my soul its mystery,
A love which is eternal begotten in a day.
The ill is long past healing. Why should I speak to--day?
The Pessimist
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
You that have snarled through the ages, take your answer and go--
I know your hoary question, the riddle that all men know.
You have weighed the stars in a balance, and grasped the skies in a span:
Take, if you must have answer, the word of a common man.
"Today is rebels' day. And yet we work"
© Lesbia Harford
Today is rebels' day. And yet we work
All of us rebels, until day is done.
And when the stars come out we celebrate
A revolution that's not yet begun.
The Grave of Love
© Thomas Love Peacock
I dug, beneath the cypress shade,
What well might seem an elfins grave;
And every pledge in earth I laid,
That erst thy false affection gave.
The Song Of Hiawatha I: The Peace-Pipe
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the Mountains of the Prairie,
On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,
The Statue Of The Dying Gladiator
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Oh! fire of soul! by servitude disgrac'd,
Perverted courage! energy debas'd!
Lost Rome! thy slave, expiring in the dust,
Tow'rs far above Patrician rank, august!
While that proud rank, insatiate, could survey
Pageants that stain'd with blood each festal day!
To the Man After the Harrow
© Patrick Kavanagh
Now leave the check-reins slack,
The seed is flying far today -
The seed like stars against the black
Eternity of April clay.
The Skylark
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The earth was green, the sky was blue:
I saw and heard one sunny morn,
A skylark hang between the two,
A singing speck above the corn;
The Song Of Hiawatha VII: Hiawatha's Sailing
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!
Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree!
The Peaks Of Valor
© Edgar Albert Guest
These are the peaks of valor; keeping clean your father's name,
Too brave for petty profit to risk the brand of shame,
Adventuring for the future, yet mindful of the past,
For God, for country and for home, still valorous to the last.
The White Moon Wasteth
© Jean Ingelow
The white moon wasteth,
And cold morn hasteth
Athwart the snow,
The red east burneth
And the tide turneth,
And thou must go.
To Mr. Addison on His Opera of Rosamond
© Thomas Tickell
__ Ne fortè pudori
Sit tibi Musa lyræ solers, & cantor Apollo.
To Delaware
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THRICE welcome to thy sisters of the East,
To the strong tillers of a rugged home,
With spray-wet locks to Northern winds released,
And hardy feet o'erswept by ocean's foam;
The American Rebellion
© Rudyard Kipling
The snow lies thick on Valley Forge,
The ice on the Delaware,
But the poor dead soldiers of King George
They neither know nor care
The Prodigal
© Peter McArthur
LAST night the boy came back to me again,
The laughing boy, all-credulous of good
The Black Charger
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There's a terrible steed that rests not night nor day,
But onward and onward, for ever away,
The Garden Seat
© Thomas Hardy
Its former green is blue and thin,
And its once firm legs sink in and in;
Soon it will break down unaware,
Soon it will break down unaware.
