Poems begining by T
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The Coming Century
© Sam Walter Foss
If the century gone, as the wise ones attest,
Exceeds all the centuries before it,
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto II
© Richard Savage
What scene of agony the garden brings;
The cup of gall; the suppliant king of kings!
The crown of thorns; the cross, that felt him die;
These, languid in the sketch, unfinish'd lie.
The Night In Isla Negra
© Pablo Neruda
Ancient night and the unruly salt
beat at the walls of my house.
The shadow is all one, the sky
throbs now along with the ocean,
The Happy Shepherd
© Phineas Fletcher
Thrice, oh, thrice happy, shepherd's life and state!
When courts are happiness' unhappy pawns!
The Symbol
© James Hebblethwaite
Thus pass the glories of the world!
He lies beneath the palls white folds:
His sword is sheathed, his pennon furled,
Him silence holds.
The Fortunate One
© Harriet Monroe
BESIDE her ashen hearth she sate her down,
Whence he she loved had fled,
His children plucking at her sombre gown
And calling for the dead.
The Song of the Red Man
© Henry Clay Work
They came! they came! like the fierce prairie flame,
Sweeping on to the sun-setting shore:
Gazing now on its waves, but a handful of braves,
We shall join in the the chase nevermore
Till we camp on the plains where the Great Spirit reigns,
We shall join in the chase nevermore.
The Barren Shore
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Full many sing to me and thee
Their riches gather'd by the sea;
Time And Death And Love
© Madison Julius Cawein
Last night I watched for Death--
So sick of life was I!--
When in the street beneath
I heard his watchman cry
The hour, while passing by.
The Goat Paths
© James Brunton Stephens
In the deeper sunniness,
In the place where nothing stirs,
Quietly in quietness,
In the quiet of the furze,
For a time they come and lie
Staring on the roving sky.
The Raiders
© William Henry Ogilvie
Retribution unbars
Swift wrath on the raiders that steal by the stars.
The Origin Of Flattery
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WHEN Jove, in anger to the sons of the earth,
Bid artful Vulcan give Pandora birth,
And sent the fatal gift which spread below
O'er all the wretched race contagious woe,
The Banshee
© John Todhunter
She keens, and the strings of her wild harp shiver
On the gusts of night:
O'er the four waters she keens-over Moyle she keens,
O'er the Sea of Milith, and the Strait of Strongbow,
And the Ocean of Columbus.
The Soote Season
© Henry Howard
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale;
The Cry Of The People
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang out on the night air,
The roving winds caught it up, and the very heavens resounded.
Louder and louder still, by voices grown hoarse with terror,
The cry went up and out and a nation stood still to listen.
The Pleasures of Memory - Part II.
© Samuel Rogers
Sweet Memory, wafted by thy gentle gale,
Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail,
To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours.
Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak
© Archibald MacLeish
The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
Tannhauser
© Emma Lazarus
Far into Wartburg, through all Italy,
In every town the Pope sent messengers,
Riding in furious haste; among them, one
Who bore a branch of dry wood burst in bloom;
The pastoral rod had borne green shoots of spring,
And leaf and blossom. God is merciful.
The Love-Sick Boy
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When first my old, old love I knew,
My bosom welled with joy;
