Poems begining by T
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The Poet Laberius
© Oliver Goldsmith
PART OF A PROLOGUE WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY THE POET LABERIUS
A ROMAN KNIGHT, WHOM CAESAR FORCED UPON THE STAGE
The Dream Of Dread
© Madison Julius Cawein
I have lain for an hour or twain
Awake, and the tempest is beating
On the roof, and the sleet on the pane,
And the winds are three enemies meeting;
And I listen and hear it again,
My name, in the silence, repeating.
The Scarecrow
© Khalil Gibran
Once I said to a scarecrow, "You must be tired of standing in this
lonely field."
The Higher Education
© Franklin Pierce Adams
(Harvard's prestige in football is a leading factor. The best players in the leading preparatory schools prefer to study at Cambridge, where they can earn fame on the gridiron. They do not care to be identified with Yale and Princeton.-JOE VILA in the Evening Sun.)
"Father," began the growing youth,
To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Chloe, behold! againe I bowe:
Againe possest, againe I woe;
From my heat hath taken fire
The Burgher's Battle
© William Morris
Thick rise the spear-shafts oer the land
That erst the harvest bore;
The Passions that We Fought With
© Trumbull Stickney
The passions that we fought with and subdued
Never quite die. In some maimed serpent's coil
They lurk, ready to spring and vindicate
That power was once our torture and our lord.
To Time
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Time, Time, who choosest
All in the end well;
Who severely refusest
Fames upon trumpets blown
Loud for a day, and alone
Makest truth to excel:
Two Views Of It
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
BEFORE the daybreak, in the murky night
My chanticleer, half dreaming, sees the light
Stream from my window on his perch below,
And taking it for dawn he needs must crow.
To The Republicans Of North America
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Brothers! between you and me
Whirlwinds sweep and billows roar:
Yet in spirit oft I see
The Ape, the Monkey, and Baboon
© Thomas Weelkes
The ape, the monkey and baboon did meet,
And breaking of their fast in Friday street,
Two of them swore together solemnly
In their three natures was a sympathy.
The Haystack in the Woods
© William Morris
Had she come all the way for this,
To part at last without a kiss?
Yea, had she borne the dirt and rain
That her own eyes might see him slain
Beside the haystack in the floods?
The Martial Courage Of A Day Is Vain
© William Wordsworth
THE martial courage of a day is vain,
An empty noise of death the battle's roar,
If vital hope be wanting to restore,
Or fortitude be wanting to sustain,
Thou Who Art Enthroned Above!
© George Sandys
Thou who art enthroned above!
Thou by whom we live and move!
Thee we bless; thy praise be sung,
While an ear can hear a tongue.
The Discharge
© George Herbert
Busie enquiring heart, what wouldst thou know?
Why dost thou prie,
And turn, and leer, and with a licorous eye
Look high and low;
And in thy lookings stretch and grow?
The Songs Of Summer
© Mathilde Blind
The songs of summer are over and past!
The swallow's forsaken the dripping eaves;
Ruined and black 'mid the sodden leaves
The nests are rudely swung in the blast:
And ever the wind like a soul in pain
Knocks and knocks at the window-pane.
The Isle Of Voices
© Madison Julius Cawein
The wind blew free that morn that we,
High-hearted, sailed away;
Bound for Favonian islands blest,
Remote within the utmost West,
Beyond the golden day.
