Poems begining by T
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The Garment Of Good Ladies
© Robert Henryson
Would my good Lady love me best,
And work after my will,
I should ane garment goodliest
Gar mak her body till.
The Picture
© Ezra Pound
The eyes of this dead lady speak to me,
For here was love, was not to be drowned out.
And here desire, not to be kissed away.
The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.
The Shepherd's Week : Saturday; or, The Flights
© John Gay
Bowzybeus.
Sublimer strains, O rustic muse, prepare;
The Brus Book V
© John Barbour
The king goes to Carrick; he upbraids Cuthbert]
Thys wes in ver quhen wynter tid
To ----
© George MacDonald
I cannot write old verses here,
Dead things a thousand years away,
When all the life of the young year
Is in the summer day.
To Catharine
© George Moses Horton
I'll love thee as long as I live,
Whate'er thy condition may be;
All else but my life would I give,
That thou wast as partial to me.
The Creed
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Whoever was begotten by pure love,
And came desired and welcome into life,
Is of immaculate conception. He
Whose heart is full of tenderness and truth,
The Grammarians Funeral
© Benjamin Tompson
Eight Parts of Speech this Day wear Mourning Gowns
Declin'd Verbs, Pronouns, Participles, Nouns.
To Saint-Beuve
© Alfred de Musset
Friend, you have spoken well: in us, such as we are,
There frequently exists a certain flower
That blossoms, fades and from the heart its leaves are shed.
"In three quarters of mankind, you must understand,
A poet has died young who is outlived by the man."
Well said, my friend - and a little too well said.
The Garden-Chair
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
TWO PORTRAITS.
A PLEASANT picture, full of meanings deep,
Old age, calm sitting in the July sun,
On withered hands half-leaning--feeble hands,
The Romanza
© Madison Julius Cawein
In a kingdom of mist and moonlight,
Or ever the world was known,
Past leagues of unsailed water,
There reigned a king with a daughter
That shone like a starry stone.
The Swan - Vain Pleasures
© George Moses Horton
The Swan which boasted mid the tide,
Whose nest was guarded by the wave,
Floated for pleasure till she died,
And sunk beneath the flood to lave.
The Prisoner to a Robin Who Came to His Window
© James Montgomery
Welcome! welcome! little stranger,
Welcome to my lone retreat,
Here, secure from every danger,
Hop about, and chirp, and eat.
Robin! how I envy thee,
Happy child of liberty.
To A Young Lady, On Being Too Fond Of Music
© Charles Lamb
Why is your mind thus all day long
Upon your music set;
Till reason's swallowed in a song,
Or idle canzonet?
The Spirits for Good
© Henry Lawson
We come with peace and reason,
We come with love and light,
To banish black self-treason
And everlasting night.
To W.L. Garrison
© James Russell Lowell
In a small chamber, friendless and unseen,
Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man;
The place was dark, unfurnitured, and mean;
Yet there the freedom of a race began.
The Stolen God--Lazarus To Dives
© Edith Nesbit
We do not clamour for vengeance,
We do not whine for fear;
The New Sister
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Phil. SAY, Pete, do you like her?
Pete. Like! love her you mean!
Phil. Ain't she jolly and red?
Pete. And hurrah for her! just think of her head!
