Poems begining by T
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The Fisher
© Roderic Quinn
ALL night a noise of leaping fish
Went round the bay,
And up and down the shallow sands
Sang waters at their play.
The Madman - His Parables and Poems
© Khalil Gibran
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
"Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."
The Secret
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I know of a thrush's nest, a pretty nest, a cosy nest,
I know of a thrush's nest with three fine eggs of blue;
Tragic Fragment
© Robert Burns
All devil as I am-a damned wretch,
A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain,
To Mrs. Barber
© Mary Barber
See, the bright Sun renews his annual Course,
Each Beam re--tinges, and revives its Force,
By Years uninjur'd; so may'st thou remain,
Not Time from thee, but thou from Time may'st gain:
O might the Fates thy vital Thread prolong,
And make thy Life immortal, as thy Song!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Poet's Tale; Charlemagne
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Then came the guard that never knew repose,
The Paladins of France; and at the sight
The Lombard King o'ercome with terror cried:
"This must be Charlemagne!" and as before
Did Olger answer: "No; not yet, not yet."
The Blue Flannel Shirt
© Edgar Albert Guest
I am eager once more to feel easy,
I'm weary of thinking of dress;
The Birthright
© Rudyard Kipling
The miracle of our land's speech-so known
And long received, none marvel when 'tis shown!
The Birth Of Spring
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
O Kathleen, my darling, I've dreamt such a dream,
'Tis as hopeful and bright as the summer's first beam:
The Orchard-Pit
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The Orchard-Pit
Piled deep below the screening apple-branch
They lie with bitter apples in their hands:
And some are only ancient bones that blanch,
And some had ships that last year's wind did launch,
And some were yesterday the lords of lands.
The Art of Love: Book Two
© Ovid
…Short partings do best, though: time wears out affections,
The absent love fades, a new one takes its place.
'To _____'
© Robert Nichols
Asleep within the deadest hour of night
And turning with the earth, I was aware
How suddenly the eastern curve was bright,
As when the sun arises from his lair.
But not the sun arose: It was thy hair
Shaken up heaven in tossing leagues of light.
The Gaudy Flower
© Ann Taylor
WHY does my Anna toss her head,
And look so scornfully around,
As if she scarcely deign'd to tread
Upon the daisy-dappled ground?
The Sunlight on the Garden
© Louis MacNeice
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold;
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon.
The Last Portage
© William Henry Drummond
I'm sleepin' las' night w'en I dream a dream
An' a wonderful wan it seem--
For Im off on de road I was never see,
Too long an' hard for a man lak me,
So ole he can only wait de call
Is sooner or later come to all.
To The Same Flower
© William Wordsworth
PLEASURES newly found are sweet
When they lie about our feet:
February last, my heart
First at sight of thee was glad;
