Poems begining by T
/ page 202 of 916 /
The Lost Embassy
© Edith Nesbit
THE lilies lean to the white, white rose,
The sweet limes send to the blossomed trees,
Soft kisses borne by the golden bees--
And all the world is alive, awake,
And glad to the heart for the summer's sake.
To Manon, Comparing Her To A Falcon
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
BRAVE as a falcon and as merciless,
With bright eyes watching still the world, thy prey,
I saw thee pass in thy lone majesty,
Untamed, unmated, high above the press.
The Centennial Year
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
A Hundred years and she had sat, a queen
Sheltering her children, opening wide her gates
To all the inflowing tribes of earth. At first
Storms raged around her; but her stumbling feet
To Mary, On Receiving Her Picture
© George Gordon Byron
This faint resemblance of thy charms,
(Though strong as mortal art could give,)
My constant heart of fear disarms,
Revives my hopes, and bids me live.
The Infinite
© Giacomo Leopardi
This solitary hill has always been dear to me
And this hedge, which prevents me from seeing most of
The Old Fool In The Wood
© Alfred Noyes
"If I could whisper you all I know,"
Said the Old Fool in the Wood,
The Wind In The Hemlock
© Sara Teasdale
STEELY stars and moon of brass,
How mockingly you watch me pass!
You know as well as I how soon
I shall be blind to stars and moon,
The Two Nests
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The wise thrush, the wise thrush, she choseth well her tree,
Made her nest in the laurel's leafy shade.
The Nights Remember
© Sara Teasdale
THE days remember and the nights remember
The kingly hours that once you made so great,
Deep in my heart they lie, hidden in their splendor,
Buried like sovereigns in their robes of state.
The Climate Of Danger
© Weldon Kees
The middle is the place to stand
If there can be one solid spot,
To Alexander H. Stephens
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Through thy frail form, there burn divinely strong
The antique virtues of a worthier day;
Thy soul is golden, if thy head be gray,
No years can work that lofty nature wrong;
They set to concords of ethereal song
A life grown holier on its heavenward way.
The Wild Geese
© Katharine Tynan
Wild geese fly overhead
In the wild Autumn weather.
Souls of the newly-dead
Crying and flying together.
The Passengers Of A Retarded Submersible
© William Dean Howells
THE GHOSTS OF THE LUSITANIA WOMEN AND CHILDREN
Oh, kind kin of our murderers, take us back when you sail away;
Our own kin have forgotten us. O Captain, do not stay!
But hasten, Captain, hasten: The wreck that lies under the sea
Shall be ever the home for us this land can never be.
The Truce And The Peace
© Robinson Jeffers
(NOVEMBER, 1918)
Peace now for every fury has had her day,
To Atthis The Inconstant
© Sappho
Ah, long ago!
As Aphrodite's handmaid bright
As gold wert thou then in my sight.
A very queen of love to me
The Moon
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Queen of the silver bow, by thy pale beam
Alone and pensive I delight to stray,
The Garden Of Epicurus
© George Meredith
That Garden of sedate Philosophy
Once flourished, fenced from passion and mishap,
The Borough. Letter XV: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Clelia
© George Crabbe
Another term is past; ten other years
In various trials, troubles, views, and fears:
Of these some pass'd in small attempts at trade;
Houses she kept for widowers lately made;
For now she said, "They'll miss th' endearing
The Shepherd's Week : Tuesday; or, the Ditty
© John Gay
Marian.
Young Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed,
