Poems begining by T
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The Unimaginative
© Madison Julius Cawein
Each form of beauty's but the new disguise
Of thoughts more beautiful than forms can be:
Sceptics, who search with unanointed eyes,
Never the Earth's wild fairy-dance shall see.
Tale I
© George Crabbe
THE DUMB ORATORS; OR THE BENEFIT OF SOCIETY.
That all men would be cowards if they dare,
Tyre
© James Bayard Taylor
THE wild and windy morning is lit with lurid fire;
The thundering surf of ocean beats on the rocks of Tyre, --
The Bells
© Guillaume Apollinaire
My gipsy beau my lover
Hear the bells above us
We loved passionately
Thinking none could see us
The Elected Knight. From The Danish.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,
Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,
But never, ah never, can meet with the man,
A tilt with him dare ride.
To A Brown Boy
© Countee Cullen
That brown girl's swagger gives a twitch
To beauty like a Queen,
Lad, never damn your body's itch
When loveliness is seen.
Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love,
© Pablo Neruda
Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.
The Vanities Of Life
© John Clare
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.--_Solomon_
What are life's joys and gains?
To M.I.P.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
YOUR gracious words steal o'er like the breeze
That blows from far-off southland isles benign,--
All steeped in perfume, sweet as fairy wine,
Yet touched with salt keen breathings of the seas!
Thomson Green and Harriet Hale
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh list to this incredible tale
Of THOMSON GREEN and HARRIET HALE;
Its truth in one remark you'll sum -
"Twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twum!"
The Farewell
© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
BENT o'er his sabre, torrents starting
From his dim eyes, the bold hussar
Thus greets his cherish'd maid, while parting
For distant fields of war:
The Tear
© Charles Harpur
IT WAS a tale of passion that we read
Of two who loved, not happily, but well!
Tolstoi Is Plowing Yet
© Vachel Lindsay
Tolstoi is plowing yet. When the smoke-clouds break,
High in the sky shines a field as wide as the world.
There he toils for the Kingdom of Heavens sake.
The Pregnant Comment
© James Russell Lowell
Opening one day a book of mine,
I absent, Hester found a line
Praised with a pencil-mark, and this
She left transfigured with a kiss.
Tamerton Church-Tower, Or, First Love
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
III.
You paint a leaflet, here and there;
And not the blossom: tell
What mysteries of good and fair
These blazon'd letters spell.
The Two Bees
© Charles Lamb
But a few words could William say,
And those few could not speak plain,
Yet thought he was a man one day;
Never saw I boy so vain.
The Squatter's Man
© Anonymous
Come, all ye lads an' list to me,
That's left your homes an' crossed the sea,
To The Moon
© Pierre de Ronsard
Hide this one night thy crescent, kindly Moon;
So shall Endymion faithful prove, and rest
