Poems begining by T
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The Mermaid
© George MacDonald
Up cam the tide wi' a burst and a whush,
And back gaed the stanes wi' a whurr;
The king's son walkit i' the evenin hush,
To hear the sea murmur and murr.
The Lover's Peril
© James Thomas Fields
Have I been ever wrecked at sea,
And nigh to being drowned
More threatning storms have compassed me
Than on the deep are found!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Second Tale; The Baron of St. Castine
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O sun, that followest the night,
In yon blue sky, serene and pure,
And pourest thine impartial light
Alike on mountain and on moor,
Pause for a moment in thy course,
And bless the bridegroom and the bride!
The Disappointed Lover
© Confucius
Where grow the willows near the eastern gate,
And 'neath their leafy shade we could recline,
She said at evening she would me await,
And brightly now I see the day-star shine!
The Traveller; or, A Prospect of Society
© Oliver Goldsmith
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow
Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,
The River Wainsbeck
© William Lisle Bowles
While slowly wanders thy sequestered stream,
WAINSBECK, the mossy-scattered rocks among,
The Creaking Door
© Madison Julius Cawein
COME in, old Ghost of all that used to be!
You find me old,
And love grown cold,
And fortune fled to younger company:
The Stockyard Liar
© William Henry Ogilvie
If ever you're handling a rough one
There's bound to be perched on the rails
Of the Stockyard some grizzled old tough one
Whose flow of advice never fails;
The Quaker Of The Olden Time
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE Quaker of the olden time!
How calm and firm and true,
Unspotted by its wrong and crime,
He walked the dark earth through.
To The Duke Of Dorset
© George Gordon Byron
Dorset! whose early steps with mine have stray'd,
Exploring every path of Ida's glade;
The Four Seasons : Autumn
© James Thomson
Crown'd with the sickle and the wheaten sheaf,
While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain,
Comes jovial on; the Doric reed once more,
Well pleased, I tune. Whate'er the wintry frost
The Path O' Little Children
© Edgar Albert Guest
The path o' little children is the path I want to tread,
Where green is every valley and every rose is red,
Where laughter's always ringing and every smile is real,
And where the hurts are little hurts that just a kiss will heal.
The Shepherdess Of The Arno
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Tis no wild and wondrous legend, but a simple pious tale
Of a gentle shepherd maiden, dwelling in Italian vale,
Near where Arnos glittering waters like the sunbeams flash and play
As they mirror back the vineyards through which they take their way.
The Olive Branch
© George Meredith
A dove flew with an Olive Branch;
It crossed the sea and reached the shore,
And on a ship about to launch
Dropped down the happy sign it bore.
The Promise In Disturbance
© George Meredith
How low when angels fall their black descent,
Our primal thunder tells: known is the pain
The First Part: Sonnet 10 - Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine
© William Henry Drummond
Fair Moon, who with thy cold and silver shine
Makes sweet the horror of the dreadful night,
Triumph
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
The dawn came in through the bars of the blind,--
And the winter's dawn is gray,--
And said, "However you cheat your mind,
The hours are flying away."
The Progress of Spring
© Alfred Tennyson
THE groundflame of the crocus breaks the mould,
Fair Spring slides hither o'er the Southern sea,
