Poems begining by T
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The White Vigil
© Madison Julius Cawein
Last night I dreamed I saw you lying dead,
And by your sheeted form stood all alone:
Frail as a flow'r you lay upon your bed,
And on your still face, through the casement, shone
The moon, as lingering to kiss you there
Fall'n asleep, white violets in your hair.
The White Bird
© Lola Ridge
Ah, what a mighty destiny shall be yours,
Should you persuade her
The Unconstrainable One
Who has slid out of the arms of so many lovers,
Leaving'not'a feather in their hands!
The Mothers Visit
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LONG years ago she visited my chamber,
Steps soft and slow, a taper in her hand;
Her fond kiss she laid upon my eyelids,
Fair as an angel from the unknown land:
Mother, mother, is it thou I see?
Mother, mother, watching over me.
The Dedication To Shapes & Shadows
© Madison Julius Cawein
_Ah, not for us the Heavens that hold_
GOD'S _message of Promethean fire!
The Flame that fell on bards of old
To hallow and inspire._
The Worlds Convention Of The Friends Of Emancipation, Held In London In 1840
© John Greenleaf Whittier
YES, let them gather! Summon forth
The pledged philanthropy of Earth.
From every land, whose hills have heard
The bugle blast of Freedom waking;
To Philaster
© Sarah Fyge
Go perjur'd Youth and court what Nymph you please,
Your Passion now is but a dull disease;
The Gift Of Play
© Edgar Albert Guest
Some have the gift of song and some possess the gift of silver speech,
Some have the gift of leadership and some the ways of life can teach.
The First Lord's Song
© William Schwenck Gilbert
When I was a lad I served a term
As office boy to an Attorney's firm;
I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor,
And I polished up the handle of the big front door.
I polished up that handle so successfullee,
That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
The "Titanic"
© Katharine Lee Bates
As she sped from dawn to gloaming, a palace upon the sea,
Did the waves from her proud bows foaming whisper what port should be?
The Golden Age
© Alfred Austin
Nor this the worst! When ripened Shame would hide
Fruits of that hour when Passion conquered Pride,
There are not wanting in this Christian land
The breast remorseless and the Thuggish hand,
To advertise the dens where Death is sold,
And quench the breath of baby-life for gold!
The New Cup
© Carolyn Wells
"I've a lovely new cup from Uncle John,"
Said Dorothy; "only see--
It has beautiful golden letters on,
And they spell '_Remember Me_.'"
The Vision
© Virna Sheard
Long had she knelt at the Madonna's shrine,
With the empty chapel, cold and grey,
Telling her beads, while grief with marring line
And bitter tear stole all her youth away.
The Voyage
© Heinrich Heine
As at times a moonbeam pierces
Through the thickest cloudy rack,
So to me, through days so dreary,
One bright image struggles back.
The Masters
© Margaret Widdemer
YOU have taught me laughter,
Joyousness and light,
How the day is rosy-wild,
Star-enthrilled the night:
The Children
© Edgar Albert Guest
The children bring us laughter, and the children bring us tears;
They string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years;
They bring the bitterest cares we know, their mothers' sharpest pain,
Then smile our world to loveliness, like sunshine after rain.
The City of Golf
© Robert Fuller Murray
Would you like to see a city given over,
Soul and body, to a tyrannising game?
If you would, there's little need to be a rover,
For St. Andrews is the abject city's name.
The Ghost of Goshen
© Anonymous
Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow,
Where rushing rills, with flash and flow,
Are over the rough rocks falling;
Where fox, where bear, and catamount hide,
The Flowers
© Aldous Huxley
Day after day,
At spring's return,
I watch my flowers, how they burn
Their lives away.
