Poems begining by T
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The Wood-mouse
© Howitt Mary
D' ye know the little Wood-Mouse, That pretty little thing,That sits among the forest leaves, Beside the forest spring?
The Sparrow's Nest
© Howitt Mary
Nay, only look what I have found!A Sparrow's nest upon the ground;A Sparrow's nest as you may see,Blown out of yonder old elm tree.
The Fossil Elephant
© Howitt Mary
The earth is old! Six thousand years, Are gone since I had birth;In the forests of the olden time, And the solitudes of earth.
Three Kings of Orient
© Hopkins Jr. John Henry
We Three Kings of Orient are,Bearing gifts we traverse afar, Field and fountain, Moor and mountain,Following yonder Star.
The Wreck of the Deutschland (Dec. 6, 7, 1875)
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
[[A-text]]to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns,exiles by the Falck Laws, drowned betweenmidnight & morning of December 7 [[1875]].
That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows
flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs
they throng; they glitter in marches.Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash,
wherever an elm arches,Shivelights and shadowtackle ín long
The Lingam and the Yoni
© Alec Derwent Hope
The Lingham and the YoniAre walking hand in glove,O are you listening, honey?I hear my honey-love.
The Brides
© Alec Derwent Hope
Down the assembly line they roll and passComplete at last, a miracle of design;Their chromium fenders, the unbreakable glass,The fashionable curve, the air-flow line.
The Beadle's Annual Address
© Thomas Hood
The Curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,The ploughman homeward plods his weary way And this is Christmas Eve, and here I be!
The Flâneur
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I love all sights of earth and skies,From flowers that glow to stars that shine;The comet and the penny show,All curious things, above, below,Hold each in turn my wandering eyes:I claim the Christian Pagan's line,Humani nihil, -- even so, --And is not human life divine?
When soft the western breezes blow,And strolling youths meet sauntering maids,I love to watch the stirring tradesBeneath the Vallombrosa shadesOur much-enduring elms bestow;The vender and his rhetoric's flow,That lambent stream of liquid lies;The bait he dangles from his line,The gudgeon and his gold-washed prize
Textbook Case:
© Holbrook Susan
1. What was the conflict driving the conversation? Can you state it in one sentence?
The Mother
© Hinkson Katharine Tynan
I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I.Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin utterly.
The Choice
© Hinkson Katharine Tynan
When skies are blue and days are brightA kitchen-garden's my delight,Set round with rows of decent boxAnd blowsy girls of hollyhocks.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
© Herschel John Frederick William
(occasioned by an "irregular ode to an old Clock", by Lady ---)
The Time of Youth is to be Spent
© Henry VIII, King of England
The time of youth is to be spentBut vice in it should be forfent.
Though that Men do Call it Dotage
© Henry VIII, King of England
Though that men do call it dotage,Who loveth not wanteth courage;
