Poems begining by T
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The Queen Of Prussia's Tomb
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
In sweet pride upon that insult keen
She smiled; then drooping mute and broken-hearted,
To the cold comfort of the grave departed. ~ Milman.
The Death Of Love
© Madison Julius Cawein
So Love is dead, the Love we knew of old!
And in the sorrow of our hearts' hushed halls
The Serenade
© James Whitcomb Riley
The midnight is not more bewildering
To her drowsed eyes, than to her ears, the sound
The Monk's Walk
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
In this sombre garden close
What has come and passed, who knows?
What red passion, what white pain
Haunted this dim walk in vain?
The Longest Odds
© Jessie Pope
LEONIDAS of Sparta, years gone by,
With but a bare three hundred of his braves,
The True Sportsman
© William Henry Ogilvie
The real ones, the right ones, the straight ones and the true,
The pukka, peerless sportsmen-their numbers are but few;
The Sentence Of John L. Brown
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Ho! thou who seekest late and long
A License from the Holy Book
For brutal lust and fiendish wrong,
Man of the Pulpit, look!
The Willow-Tree (Another Version)
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Long by the willow-trees
Vainly they sought her,
Wild rang the mother's screams
O'er the gray water:
"Where is my lovely one?
Where is my daughter?
The Deserts Of Dim Sleep
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I went into the deserts of dim sleep--
That world which, like an unknown wilderness,
Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep--
The Awaking
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
A lady came to a snow-white bier,
Where a youth lay pale and dead:
She took the veil from her widowed head,
And, bending low, in his ear she said:
"Awaken! for I am here."
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Sicilian's Tale; The Monk of Casal-Maggiore
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once on a time, some centuries ago,
In the hot sunshine two Franciscan friars
The Friend's Shadow
© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
Sunt aliquid manes; letum non omnia finit;
Luridaque evictos effugit umbra rogos.
PROPERTIUS.
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The Emigrant's Vision
© Charles Harpur
As his bark dashed away on the night-shrouded deep,
And out towards the South he was gazing,
The Bumps And Bruises Doctor
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'm the bumps and bruises doctor;
I'm the expert that they seek
That Nature Is Not Subject To Decay (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Ah, how the Human Mind wearies herself
With her own wand'rings, and, involved in gloom
True Love
© Judith Viorst
It is true love because
I put on eyeliner and a concerto and make pungent observations about the great issues of the day
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf IV. -- Queen Sigrid The
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Queen Sigrid the Haughty sat proud and aloft
In her chamber, that looked over meadow and croft.
Heart's dearest,
Why dost thou sorrow so?
The Night Has A Thousand Eyes
© Francis William Bourdillon
The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the dying sun.
The World-Saver
© Edgar Lee Masters
If the grim Fates, to stave ennui,
Play whips for fun, or snares for game,
The liar full of ease goes free,
And Socrates must bear the shame.
