Poems begining by T

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To Annie

© James Whitcomb Riley

When the lids of dusk are falling

  O'er the dreamy eyes of day,

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To The Right Honourable The Earl Of Thomond, At Bath

© Mary Barber

Great Boiroimke! look down and see
This Change in thy Posterity;
Who quit all Titles to thy Throne,
But Hospitality alone.

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The Beggar's Opera (excerpts)

© John Gay

Air I.An old woman clothed in gray, &c.1-

 Through all the employments of life

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The Double-Bed Dream Gallows

© Richard Brautigan

Driving through
hot brushy country
the late autumn,
I saw a hawk
crucified on a
barbed-wire fence.

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The Prophecy Of Famine

© Charles Churchill

  Still have I known thee for a silly swain;
Of things past help, what boots it to complain? 
Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite;
No sky is heavy, if the heart be light:
Patience is sorrow's salve: what can't be cured,
So Donald right areads, must be endured.

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The U-Boat Crew

© Katharine Lee Bates

ALAS, alas for those blond boys who stalk

Their prey in ambush of the shuddering seas,

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The Rosicrucian

© Madison Julius Cawein

Was it her soul? or the sapphire fire
That sang like the note of a seraph's lyre?
Out of her mouth there fell no word-
She spake with her soul, as a flower speaketh.

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The Disobedient Heart

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Stern Power, whose heavy hand I feel,
Whose infinite, world--urging force,
Nor silent pain nor strong appeal
Persuades from its imperious course,

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The Change-Worker

© Edgar Albert Guest

A feller don't start in to think of himself, an'

  the part that he's playin' down here,

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The Old Play

© Kenneth Slessor

I
IN an old play-house, in an old play,
In an old piece that has been done to death,
We dance, kind ladies, noble friends.

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The Room Above the Square

© Stephen Spender

The light in the window seemed perpetual
When you stayed in the high room for me;
It glowed above the trees through leaves
Like my certainty.

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To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth

© Phillis Wheatley

Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,

Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:

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The War Budget

© Jessie Pope

To foot the bill it's only fair
That everyone should do their share,
And since we all are served the same,
Pay and look pleasant that's the game.

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The Philosopher

© Emily Jane Brontë

Enough of thought, philosopher!
Too long hast thou been dreaming
Unlightened, in this chamber drear,
While summer's sun is beaming!
Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain
Concludes thy musings once again?

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The Resplendent Quetzal-Bird

© Padraic Colum

OTHERS have divers paints and enamels,
Lavish and bright on breast and wing feathers:
You, Guatemalan, have sunken all colours
Into glory of greenness!

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Testament

© Mikhail Lermontov

I feel I'd like to be alone

with you, friend, if you'll stay:

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The Pelican Chorus

© Edward Lear


King and Queen of the Pelicans we;

No other Birds so grand we see!

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The Lady of the Lake: Canto III. - The Gathering

© Sir Walter Scott

I.
Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore,
  Who danced our infancy upon their knee,
And told our marvelling boyhood legends store

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The Woman of Samaria

© George MacDonald

In the hot sun, for water cool
She walked in listless mood:
When back she ran, her pitcher full
Forgot behind her stood.

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The Offside Leader

© William Henry Ogilvie

This is the wish, as he told it to me,

Of Driver Macpherson of Battery B.