Poems begining by T
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The Borough. Letter I
© George Crabbe
"DESCRIBE the Borough"--though our idle tribe
May love description, can we so describe,
To An Autograph-Hunter
© George MacDonald
Seek not my name-it doth no virtue bear;
Seek, seek thine own primeval name to find-
The name God called when thy ideal fair
Arose in deeps of the eternal mind.
The Common Grave
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Last night beneath the foreign stars I stood
And saw the thoughts of those at home go by
The Little Old Woman
© Katharine Tynan
There's a Little Old Woman walks in the night,
Singing her love song like a falling keen;
The Little Old Woman is the heart's delight,
With the gold crown under her hood to tell her queen.
The Triumph Of Fashion
© Henry James Pye
She spoke, and while her voice the war defy'd,
Assembling myriads croud on every side;
Undaunted to the field of death they go,
And frown amazement on the approaching foe:
With dreadful shock the encount'ring armies meet,
And the plain trembling, rocks beneath their feet.
Tomorrow
© William Dean Howells
OLD fraud, I know you in that gay disguise,
That air of hope, that promise of surprise:
Beneath your bravery, as you come this way,
I see the sordid presence of Today;
And I shall see there, before you are gone,
All the dull Yesterdays that I have known.
The Evangelist
© François Coppée
The woman rose, and not a word said she,
Without a pause her distaff laid aside,
And left the cradle where the orphan cried,
Took up the jar, and with the beggar went.
Through Liberty To Light
© Alfred Austin
Fixed is my Faith, the lingering dawn despite,
That still we move through Liberty to Light.
The Human Tragedy.
To A Modern Poet
© Ndre Mjeda
Your road is good:
The Parcae are the ugliest faces
Of classical myths. You did not write of them,
But of stone slabs and of human brows
Covered in wrinkles, and of love.
Trouble
© Edgar Albert Guest
Trouble is an exerciser
Sent us by a Wisdom wiser
Than the mind of man possesses.
Doubts and dangers and distresses
Come not purposely to best us,
But to strengthen us and test us.
To A Jilted Lover
© Sylvia Plath
Cold on my narrow cot I lie
and in sorrow look
through my window-square of black:
To her most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; these humbly presented.
© Anne Bradstreet
Dear Sir of late delighted with the sight
Of your four Sisters cloth'd in black and white,
Two Epochs
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LOVERS by a dim sea strand
Looking wave-ward, hand in hand;
Silent, trembling with the bliss
Of their first betrothal kiss:
The Wind of Death
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
The wind of death, that softly blows
The last warm petal from the rose,
The Broken Circle
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I STOOD On Sarum's treeless plain,
The waste that careless Nature owns;
Lone tenants of her bleak domain,
Loomed huge and gray the Druid stones.
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind begun to rock the Grass
With threatening Tunes and low
He threw a Menace at the Earth
A Menace at the Sky.
To A Friend In Elysium
© Joachim du Bellay
But you are happy in the quiet place,
And with the learned lovers of old days,
And with your love, you wander ever-more
In the dim woods, and drink forgetfulness
Of us your friends, a weary crowd that press
About the gate, or labour at the oar.
The Travelling Companion
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Into the silence of the empty night
I went, and took my scorned heart with me,
And all the thousand eyes of heaven were bright;
But Sorrow came and led me back to thee.
The Cornelian
© George Gordon Byron
No specious splendour of this stone
Endears it to my memory ever;
With lustre only once it shone,
And blushes modest as the giver.
