Poems begining by T
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The Tramp
© Edgar Albert Guest
Eagerly he took my dime,
Then shuffled on his way,
Thick with sin and filth and grime,
But I wondered all that day
How the man had gone astray.
To Linnie
© Abraham Lincoln
A sweet plaintive song did I hear,
And I fancied that she was the singer
May emotions as pure, as that song set a-stir
Be the worst that the future shall bring her.
The Birds Of Cirencester
© Francis Bret Harte
Did I ever tell you, my dears, the way
That the birds of Cisseter--"Cisseter!" eh?
Thomas Starr King
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The great work laid upon his twoscore years
Is done, and well done. If we drop our tears,
The Sun Of The First Day
© Rabindranath Tagore
The sun of the first day
Put the question
To the new manifestation of life-
Who are you?
There was no answer.
Years passed by.
The Mock Turtle's Song
© Lewis Carroll
Beautiful soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
The Marvelous Munchausen
© William Rose Benet
The snug little room with its brazier fire aglow,
And Piet and Sachs and Vroom - all in the long ago, -
Oh, the very long ago! - o'er their pipes and hollands seen;
And on the wall the man-o'-war, and firelight on the screen!
The Sangreal
© George MacDonald
Through the wood the sunny day
Glimmered sweetly glad;
Through the wood his weary way
Rode sir Galahad.
The Pine Tree
© John Greenleaf Whittier
LIFT again the stately emblem on the Bay State's rusted shield,
Give to Northern winds the Pine-Tree on our banner's tattered field.
Sons of men who sat in council with their Bibles round the board,
Answering England's royal missive with a firm, "Thus saith the Lord!"
The Snow-Field
© Henry Van Dyke
But even then I saw before my feet
A line of pointed footprints in the snow:
Some roving chamois, but an hour ago,
Had passed this way along his journey fleet,
And left a message from a friend unknown
To cheer my pilgrim-heart, no more alone.
The Vision Of The Holy Grail
© Eugene Field
_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth,
To fill our hearts with heedless mirth
This holy Christmasse time;
But give us of thy heavenly cheere
That we may hold thy love most deere
And know thy peace sublime._
The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
_Lucifer._ HASTEN! hasten!
O ye spirits!
From its station drag the ponderous
Cross of iron, that to mock us
Is uplifted high in air!
The Gypsy
© Ezra Pound
That was the top of the walk, when he said:
'Have you seen any others, any of our lot,
The Secret Police
© Ken Smith
They are listening in the wires,
in the walls, under the eaves
in the wings of house martins,
in the ears of old women,
in the mouths of children.
The Death Of Lesbias Sparrow
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Mourn, O you Loves and Cupids
and such of you as love beauty:
my girls sparrow is dead,
sparrow, the girls delight,
The Crucifixion
© Adelaide Crapsey
And the centurion who stood by said:
Truly this was a son of God.
Not long ago but everywhere I go
There is a hill and a black windy sky.
To A Fragment Of A Statue Of Hercules ; Commonly Called The Torso
© Samuel Rogers
And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone,
(Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurl'd)
Still sit as on the fragment of a world;
Surviving all, majestic and alone?
To-- I Fear Thy Kisses, Gentle Maiden
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden,
Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply laden
Ever to burthen thine.
Three Dead Friends
© James Whitcomb Riley
Always suddenly they are gone--
The friends we trusted and held secure--
