Poems begining by T
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To The Heroic Soul
© Duncan Campbell Scott
And when Grief comes thou shalt have suffered more
Than all the deepest woes of all the world;
Joy, dancing in, shall find thee nourished with mirth;
Wisdom shall find her Master at thy door;
And Love shall find thee crowned with love empearled;
And death shall touch thee not but a new birth.
"The Morn That Breaks Its Heart Of Gold"
© Madison Julius Cawein
From an ode "In Commemoration of the Founding of the
Massachusetts Bay Colony."
The Ladybird
© Clive Sansom
Tiniest of turtles!
Your shining back
Is a shell of orange
With spots of black.
The Return To Nature.
© Alice Meynell
(I) PROMETHEUS 1-
IT was the south : mid-everything,
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Mid-land, mid-summer, noon ;
To Woman
© George Gordon Byron
Woman! experience might have told me,
That all must love thee who behold thee:
Surely experience might have taught
Thy firmest promises are nought:
'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 3
© Publius Vergilius Maro
WHEN Heavn had overturnd the Trojan state
And Priams throne, by too severe a fate;
The Brothers
© William Wordsworth
"THESE Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live
A profitable life: some glance along,
The Weakling
© Arthur Henry Adams
I AM a weakling. God, who made
The still, strong man, made also me.
The Rushes
© Francis Ledwidge
The rushes nod by the river
As the winds on the loud waves go,
And the things they nod of are many,
For it's many the secret they know.
The Dreamer on the Sea-shore
© Louisa Stuart Costello
What are the dreams of him who may sleep
Where the solemn voice of the troubled deep
To A Billy
© James Lister Cuthbertson
OLD BILLYbattered, brown and black
With many days of camping,
The Harpers Story
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
My pretty ladies, mid this Christmas cheer,
Loth though I am to wake a single tear
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XXIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO HER WHO WOULD COMFORT HIM
I did not ask your pity, dear. Your zeal
I know. It cannot cure me of my woes.
And you, in your sweet happiness, who knows,
The Freeborn
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
God made the man and bid him multiply,
Replenish the green earth, nor break the die
The Lady Of La Garaye - A Threnody
© Caroline Norton
HOW Memory haunts us! When we fain would be
Alone and free,
Uninterrupted by his mournful words,
Faint, indistinct, as are a wind-harp's chords
The Music-Grinders
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
There are three ways in which men take
Oneâs money from his purse,
And very hard it is to tell
Which of the three is worse;
But all of them are bad enough
To make a body curse.
The Crucifixion [The Light of The World]
© Henry Lawson
They sunk a post into the ground
Where their leaders bade them stop;
The Regions of Love
© Francis William Bourdillon
Who knows the deeps, where the water sleeps
Leagues from the light away?
Who knows the heights, where myriad lights
Fill heaven with endless day?
"The Old Homestead"
© Eugene Field
God bless ye, Denman Thomps'n, for the good y' do our hearts,
With this music an' these memories o' youth--
God bless ye for the faculty that tops all human arts,
The good ol' Yankee faculty of Truth!
