Poems begining by T
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The Shepherd's Calendar - June
© John Clare
Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
The Rider Of The Knee
© James Whitcomb Riley
Knightly Rider of the Knee
Of Proud-prancing Unclery!
Gaily mount, and wave the sign
Of that mastery of thine.
To My Friends
© Henry Lawson
These are songs of the Friends I neglected
And the Foes, too, in part;
These are songs that were mostly rejected
And songs from my heart.
Yours truly,
HENRY LAWSON. Sydney, 19/9/10.
The Fairy Cave
© Mao Zedong
Amid the growing shades of dusk stand sturdy pines,
Riotous clouds sweep past, swift and tranquil.
Nature has excelled herself in the Fairy Cave,
On perilous peaks dwells beauty in her infinite variety.
The Goose-Girl
© Edith Nesbit
"O dainty maid who drive the geese
Across the common wide,
Turn, turn your pretty back on these
And come and be my bride.
The Royal Mails
© Ralph Hodgson
For all its flowers and trailing bowers,
Its singing birds and streams,
The Visionary Face
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I AM happy with her I love,
In a circle of charmed repose;
My soul leaps up to follow her feet
Wherever my darling goes;
The Father's Lament
© James Hogg
How can you bid this heart be blithe,
When blithe this heart can never be?
The Image
© Katharine Tynan
When a wild grace I see,
A turn o' the neck, a curl, sweet hands, clear eyes,
Gentleness, courtesy, dignity;
In all these gifts Thee I surmise, surprise.
The Resurrection
© Giacomo Leopardi
I thought I had forever lost,
Alas, though still so young,
The tender joys and sorrows all,
That unto youth belong;
The Naturalist's Summer-Evening Walk
© Gilbert White
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.
… equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis
Ingenium. ~ Virgil, Georgics.
The CodeHeroics
© Robert Frost
You didn't know. But James is one big fool.
He thought you meant to find fault with his work.
That's what the average farmer would have meant.
James had to take his time to chew it over
Before he acted; he's just got round to act.
The Cardinal And His Lady
© Karle Wilson Baker
The redbird is the core of fire at the heart of by still living;
And his little lady is the soft ashes covering the half-seen embers."
Thy Beauty Fades
© Jones Very
Thy beauty fades and with it too my love,
For 'twas the self-same stalk that bore its flower;
The Wounded
© John Le Gay Brereton
Stupidity and Selfishness and Fear,
Who hold enslaved the intellect of Man,
Have found their victims here.
The Landmarks
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
THROUGH the streets of Marblehead
Fast the red-winged terror sped;
The Prophets
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
There are the modern prophets here,
Though altars totally are felt,
Their eyes are very deep and clear
In them, the flame of future set.
To a Lady Before Marriage
© Thomas Tickell
Oh! form'd by Nature, and refin'd by Art,
With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart!
