Poems begining by T
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To His Little Child Benjamin From The Tower
© John Hoskins
SWEET Benjamin, since thou art young,
And hast not yet the use of tongue,
Make it thy slave, while thou art free,
Imprison it, lest it do thee.
The Child an' the Mowers
© William Barnes
O AYE! they had woone child bezide,
An' a finer your eyes never met,
Twer a dear little fellow that died
In the summer that come wi' such het;
The Call
© William Henry Ogilvie
Gold and green the elm leaves lean and interlace,
All the coloured woodlands are calling to the Chase.
The Dread Voyage
© William Wilfred Campbell
Trim the sails the weird stars under
Past the iron hail and thunder,
The Sower
© Mathilde Blind
The winds had hushed at last as by command;
The quiet sky above,
With its grey clouds spread oer the fallow land,
Sat brooding like a dove.
The Earth-Spirit
© William Ellery Channing
Then spoke the Spirit of the Earth,
Her gentle voice like a soft water's song--
Twentieth Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Where is Thy favoured haunt, eternal Voice,
The region of Thy choice,
The Priests Brother
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Thrice in the night the priest arose
From broken sleep to kneel and pray.
The Lily Has A Smooth Stalk
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
The Creek-Road
© Madison Julius Cawein
CALLING, the heron flies athwart the blue
That sleeps above it; reach on rocky reach
To A Gentleman, Who Shew'd A Fine Poem As His Own.
© Mary Barber
No more at Criticks, Ned, repine,
Who say those Numbers are not thine.
I own I was suspicious too,
And thought the Verse too good for You:
But since you say those Lines you writ,
The Proof is full, and I submit.
To Longfellow (On Hearing He Was Ill.)
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But past the poet crowned I see the friend--
Frank, courteous, true--about whose locks of gray,
Like golden bees, some glints of summer stray;
Clear-eyed, with lips half poised 'twixt smile and sigh;
A brow in whose soul-mirroring manhood blend
Grace, sweetness, power and magnanimity!
The Sydney International Exhibition
© Henry Kendall
Now, while Orion, flaming south, doth set
A shining foot on hills of wind and wet
