Poems begining by T
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The Bells Of Ostend
© William Lisle Bowles
No, I never, till life and its shadows shall end,
Can forget the sweet sound of the bells of Ostend!
Tus Hombros Son Como Un Ara
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
¿Que elocuencia, desvalida
y casta, hay en tu persona
que en un perenne desastre
a las lágrimas convida?
To A Young Lady Who Had Been Reproached For Taking Long Walks In The Country
© William Wordsworth
DEAR Child of Nature, let them rail!
--There is a nest in a green dale,
A harbour and a hold;
Where thou, a Wife and Friend, shalt see
Thy own heart-stirring days, and be
A light to young and old.
The Speech
© Benjamin Jonson
The long laments I spent for ruin'd Troy,
Are dried; and now mine eyes run teares of joy.
No more shall men suppose Electra dead,
Though from the consort of her sisters fled
The Sea's Withholding
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE ladye's bower faced the sea,
Its casements framed a sea-born day.
She saw the fishers sail away,
And, far and high,
The gulls sweep by
Within the hollow of the sky!
The Old Castle
© George MacDonald
The brother knew well the castle old,
Every closet, each outlook fair,
Twin-Growth
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
I would not wish thee other than thou art;
I love thee, love, so well in every part,
That had I power to change thee
In form or face or mind,
I could not find
The heart to re-arrange thee.
The Creditor To His Proud Debtor
© George Moses Horton
Ha, tott'ring Johny, strut and boast,
But think of what your feathers cost;
Your crowing days are short at most,
You bloom but soon to fade;
The Chip On Your Shoulder
© Edgar Albert Guest
Youll learn when you're older, that chip on your shoulder
Which you dare other boys to upset
The Sweet O' The Year
© George Meredith
Now the frog, all lean and weak,
Yawning from his famished sleep,
Water in the ditch doth seek,
Fast as he can stretch and leap:
Marshy king-cups burning near
Tell him 'tis the sweet o' the year.
The Sheep And The Bramble-Bush
© John Cunningham
A Thick-Twisted brake, in the time of a storm,
Seem'd kindly to cover a sheep:
So snug, for a while, he lay shelter'd and warm,
It quietly sooth'd him asleep.
The Hidden Wealth
© Norman Rowland Gale
Adam and Eve together stood
Amid the crop they both were tending,
While far away the feathery wood
Of Eden in the wind was bending.
The Rivals
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
'TWAS three an' thirty year ago,
I When I was ruther young, you know,
The Poor
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Few, save the poor, feel for the poor:
The rich know not how hard
It is to be of needful food
And needful rest debarred.
The Good, Old-Fashioned People
© James Whitcomb Riley
The good, old-fashioned people--
The hale, hard-working people--
The kindly country people
'At Uncle used to know!
The Return
© Sara Teasdale
I turned the key and opened wide the door
To enter my deserted room again,
