Poems begining by T
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To Elsie Fogerty
© Robert Laurence Binyon
On living lips to mould and modulate
The shapes of sound, that each may mirror true
The mystery of the word and breathe it new
Into the entranced ear, warm and intimate;
The Journey From School And To School
© Charles Lamb
O what a joyous joyous day
Is that on which we come
At the recess from school away,
Each lad to his own home!
The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. February
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
UNDER THE SPEAKER'S GALLERY
In all the comedy of human things
What is more mirthful than for those, who sit
Far from the great world's vain imaginings,
The Winds of Fate
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
To Garibaldi--With a Book
© George MacDonald
When at Philippi, he who would have freed
Great Rome from tyrants, for the season brief
The Lamp Post
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Laugh your best, O blazoned forests,
Me ye shall not shift or shame
With your beauty: here among you
Man hath set his spear of flame.
The Song at Cock-Crow
© Rudyard Kipling
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
But followed far off to see what they would do,
Till the cock crew-till the cock crew-
After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!
The Red Sunsets II, 1883
© Mathilde Blind
And in far lands folk presaged with blanched lips
Disastrous wars, earthquakes, and foundering ships,
Such whelming floods as never dykes could stem,
Or some proud empire's ruin and eclipse:
Lo, such a sky, they cried, as burned o'er them
Once lit the sacking of Jerusalem!
The Two Ships
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
On the sea of life they floated,
Brothers twain in manhood's pride,
The Chariot Race (From "Electra")
© Sophocles
They took their stand where the appointed judges
Had cast their lots and ranged the rival cars.
The Grave-Digger
© Emile Verhaeren
In the garden yonder of yews and death,
There sojourneth
A man who toils, and has toiled for aye.
Digging the dried-up ground all day.
Tristesses de la lune (Sorrows Of The Moon)
© Charles Baudelaire
Ce soir, la lune rêve avec plus de paresse;
Ainsi qu'une beauté, sur de nombreux coussins,
Qui d'une main distraite et légère caresse
Avant de s'endormir le contour de ses seins,
The Secret Key
© George Essex Evans
There is a magic kingdom of strange powers,
Thought-hidden, lit by other stars than ours;
The Freeman
© Ellen Glasgow
A VAGABOND between the East and West,
Careless I greet the scourging and the rod;
I fear no terror any man may bring,
Nor any god.
Twenty Years
© Francis Bret Harte
Beg your pardon, old fellow! I think
I was dreaming just now when you spoke.
The fact is, the musical clink
Of the ice on your wine-goblet's brink
A chord of my memory woke.
The Vagabonds
© Bliss William Carman
We go unheeded as the stream
That wanders by the hill-wood side,
Till the great marshes take his hand
And lead him to the roving tide.
The Watches Of The Night
© James Whitcomb Riley
O the waiting in the watches of the night!
In the darkness, desolation, and contrition and affright;
To An Enthusiast
© Thomas Hood
Young ardent soul, graced with fair Nature's truth,
Spring warmth of heart, and fervency of mind,
And still a large late love of all thy kind.
Spite of the world's cold practice and Time's tooth,
