Poems begining by T
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The Violet
© Sir Walter Scott
The violet in her greenwood bower,
Where birchen boughs with hazel mingle,
May boast itself the fairest flower
In glen, or copse, or forest dingle.
The Improvisatore, Or, 'John Anderson, My Jo, John'
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here he comes. Kate has a favour
to ask of you, Sir ; it is that you will repeat the ballad [Believe me if
all those endearing young charms.-EHC's ? note] that Mr. ____ sang so
sweetly.
The Doe: A Fragment (From Wandering Willie)
© George Meredith
And-'Yonder look! yoho! yoho!
Nancy is off!' the farmer cried,
The Latter Rain
© Jones Very
THE latter rain, it falls in anxious haste
Upon the sun-dried fields and branches bare,
The Dead Look
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LO! in its still, soft-shrouded place,
The pathos of a death-pale face!
I view the marks of mortal care
Time's hopeless sorrows branded there.
To Albius Tibullus
© Eugene Field
Not to lament that rival flame
Wherewith the heartless Glycera scorns you,
Nor waste your time in maudlin rhyme,
How many a modern instance warns you!
Trouble In De Kitchen
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
DEY was oncet a awful quoil 'twixt de skillet an' de pot;
De pot was des a-bilin' an' de skillet sho' was hot.
The Wreck of the Whaler 'Oscar'
© William Topaz McGonagall
'Twas on the 1st of April, and in the year of Eighteen thirteen,
That the whaler "Oscar" was wrecked not far from Aberdeen;
'Twas all on a sudden the wind arose, and a terrific blast it blew,
And the "Oscar" was lost, and forty-two of a gallant crew.
The Idle Shepherd Boys
© William Wordsworth
The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among the hills the echoes play
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
ALL were attentive to the godlike man,
When from his lofty couch he thus began:
The Story of Prince Agib
© William Schwenck Gilbert
STRIKE the concertina's melancholy string!
Blow the spirit-stirring harp like anything!
Let the piano's martial blast
Rouse the Echoes of the Past,
For of AGIB, PRINCE OF TARTARY, I sing!
The Truth Teller
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,
And shows us the people's plight;
The Blue Heron
© Bliss William Carman
I SEE the great blue heron
Rising among the reeds
And floating down the wind,
Like a gliding sail
There is a life-force within your soul
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that
mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of That
Don't look outside, look inside yourself and seek That.
The Centennial Cantata.
© Sidney Lanier
Mayflower, Mayflower, slowly hither flying,
Trembling westward o'er yon balking sea,
Hearts within `Farewell dear England' sighing,
Winds without `But dear in vain' replying,
Gray-lipp'd waves about thee shouted, crying
"No! It shall not be!"
