Poems begining by T
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Thule, the Period of Cosmography
© Thomas Weelkes
Thule, the period of cosmography,
Doth vaunt of Hecla, whose sulphureous fire
Doth melt the frozen clime and thaw the sky;
Trinacrian Etna's flames ascend not higher:
These things seem wondrous, yet more wondrous I,
Whose heart with fear doth freeze, with love doth fry.
The Better Part
© Matthew Arnold
Long fed on boundless hopes, O race of man,
How angrily thou spurn'st all simpler fare!
The Ghost, the Gallant, the Gael, and the Goblin
© William Schwenck Gilbert
O'er unreclaimed suburban clays
Some years ago were hobblin'
The Writer's Dream
© Henry Lawson
And the last that were born of a noble racewhen the page of the South was fair
The last of the conquered dwelt in peace with the last of the victors there.
He saw their hearts with the authors eyes who had written their ancient lore,
And he saw their lives as hed dreamed of suchah! many a year before.
And Ill write a book of these simple folk ere I to the world return,
And the cold who read shall be kind for theseand the wise who read shall learn.
The Reapers In Autumn
© James Thomson
Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky,
And unperceived, unfolds the spreading day;
Before the ripen'd field the reapers stand,
In fair array.
The Hanging Of Black Kudjo
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WELL, Maussa! if you wants to heer, I'll tell you 'bout um 'true.
Doh de berry taut ob dat bad time is fit to tun me blue;
A sort ob brimstone blue on black, wid jist a stare o' wite,
As when dem cussed Tory come fur wuck deir hate dat nite!
To The Right Honourable The Lady Sarah Cowper.
© Mary Barber
Let me the Honour soon obtain,
For which I long have hop'd in vain;
Since I, alas! am now confin'd,
Your Visit would be doubly kind.
The Secret Foe
© Katharine Tynan
When now to battle he shall ride,
The bravest of the brave,
Joan the Maid be by his side
And Michael, quick to save.
The Judgment Of Paris
© Thomas Parnell
Where waving Pines the brows of Ida shade,
The swain young Paris half supinely laid,
Saw the loose Flocks thro' shrubs unnumber'd rove
And Piping call'd them to the gladded grove.
'Twas there he met the Message of the skies,
That he the Judge of Beauty deal the prize.
The Earth-Mother
© Frank Dalby Davison
COMETH a voice:My children, hear;
From the crowded street and the close-packed mart
The Spies
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Young Robin from the field in the deep shadow runs,
Singing boy, pretty maid tossing the hay, he shuns,
The Spirit's Mysteries
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
And slight, withal, may be the things which bring
Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
Aside for ever;âit may be a soundâ
A tone of musicâsummer's breath, or springâ
A flowerâa leafâthe oceanâwhich may woundâ
Striking th' electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound. ~Childe Harold.
To A Black Gin.
© James Brunton Stephens
DAUGHTER of Eve, draw near I would behold thee.
Good Heavens! Could ever arm of man enfold thee?
The Complaint and the Consolation.
© Mather Byles
I.
Where shall I find my Lord, my Love,
The Sov'reign of my Soul?
Pensive from East to West I rove,
And range from Pole to Pole.
The School
© John Crowe Ransom
I WAS not drowsy though the scholars droned.
Hearing the music that they made of Greek,
The Bell-Founder Part II - Triumph And Reward
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
In the furnace the dry branches crackle, the crucible shines as with
gold,
As they carry the hot flaming metal in haste from the fire to the mould;
Loud roars the bellows, and louder the flames as they shrieking escape,
