Poems begining by T
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The Gypsy Star
© Margaret Widdemer
There were seven shining stars that swung above my cradle
(She never was kind to me, Diana our Lady the Moon!)
The City
© Archibald Lampman
Beyond the dusky corn-fields, toward the west,
Dotted with farms, beyond the shallow stream,
Time is a Fading-flowre, that's found
© George Wither
Five Termes, there be, which five I doe apply
To all, that was, and is, and shall be done.
The first, and last, is that ETERNITIE,
The Lament For Shuil Donalds Daughter
© Caroline Norton
I.
IN old Shuil Donald's cottage there are many voices weeping,
And stifled sobs, and murmurings of sorrow wild and vain,
For the old man's cherish'd blessing on her bed of death lies sleeping,--
The four Monarchyes, the Assyrian being the first, beginning under Nimrod, 131. Years after the Floo
© Anne Bradstreet
When time was young, & World in Infancy,
Man did not proudly strive for Soveraignty:
The Nobly Born
© James Russell Lowell
Who counts himself as nobly born
Is noble in despite of place;
And honors are but brands to one
Who wears them not with nature's grace.
The Two Wives
© William Dean Howells
THE COLONEL rode by his picket-line
In the pleasant morning sun,
That glanced from him far off to shine
On the crouching rebel pickets gun.
The Escape
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
We watched you building, stone by stone,
The well-washed cells and well-washed graves
The Magpie's Nest, Or A Lesson Of Docility
© Charles Lamb
When the arts in their infancy were,
In a fable of old 'tis exprest,
A wise magpie constructed that rare
Little house for young birds, called a nest.
The Red Zouave
© Anonymous
The stars were bright, the breeze was still,
The cicada and the whippoorwill,
Alone disturbed the scene;
A streamlet down the dark ravine,
Hasted the gloomy spot to shun,
And bear its little tribute to Cub Run.
The Nature Of Love. (From The Italian)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To noble heart Love doth for shelter fly,
As seeks the bird the forest's leafy shade;
The Task : Complete
© William Cowper
In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.
The Higher Unity
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
It was Isaiah Bunter
Who sailed to the world's end,
And spread religion in a way
That he did not intend.
The Deceived Merman (From The Old Danish)
© George Borrow
Fair Agnes alone on the sea-shore stood,
Then rose a Merman from out the flood:
The Wayfarer
© Padraic Colum
II. THE STAR
A mighty star anear has drawn and now
Is vibrant on the air
The Village (book 2)
© George Crabbe
NO longer truth, though shown in verse, disdain,
But own the village life a life of pain;
I too must yield, that oft amid these woes
Are gleams of transient mirth and hours of sweet repose.
The Steppe
© Boris Pasternak
How lovely those journeys into quiet!
Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,
The Nomades
© James Russell Lowell
What Nature makes in any mood
To me is warranted for good,
Though long before I learned to see
She did not set us moral theses,
And scorned to have her sweet caprices
Strait-waistcoated in you or me.
The Cock and The Fox
© Robert Henryson
Thogh brutal beestes be irrational,
That is to say, wantand, discretioun,
