Poems begining by T
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The Swallow
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
How I hate the sparrows, the sparrows, the sparrows.
In and out and round the house all the live-long day,
The Music Box
© Christopher Morley
AT six-long ere the wintry dawn-
There sounded through the silent hall
To where I lay, with blankets drawn
Above my ears, a plaintive call.
The Spirit
© Jones Very
I would not breathe, when blows thy mighty wind
O'er desolate hill and winter-blasted plain,
The Farewell
© Charles Churchill
_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell
To all the follies which in Europe dwell;
The South Wind
© William Rose Benet
I'm as full of wisdom as a tree of leaves,
But the South WInd flows, blows and grieves,
The Voice And The Dusk
© Duncan Campbell Scott
THE slender moon and one pale star,
A rose leaf and a silver bee
From some god's garden blown afar,
Go down the gold deep tranquilly.
The New-Old Opposition
© George Canning
It is said, the Great Men, who are seized with the pouts,
At their suddenly alter'd condition;
Who so late were the Ins, and so soon were the Outs,
Have decreed a severe Opposition.
The May Sky
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O SKY! O lucid sky of May!
O'er which the fleecy clouds have stolen,
In bands snow-white, and glimmering-gray,
Or heart-steeped in a lustre golden.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
WHO WOULD LIVE AGAIN?
Oh who would live again to suffer loss?
Once in my youth I battled with my fate,
Grudging my days to death. I would have won
The Unknown Friends
© Edgar Albert Guest
We cannot count our friends, nor say
How many praise us day by day.
The Odyssey
© Andrew Lang
AS one that for a weary space has lain
Lull'd by the song of Circe and her wine
The Acquiescence Of Pure Love
© William Cowper
Love! if thy destined sacrifice am I,
Come, slay thy victim, and prepare thy fires;
Plunged in thy depths of mercy, let me die
The death which every soul that lives desires!
The Harvest
© Robert Laurence Binyon
You reap a heavier harvest than you know.
Disnaturing a nation, you have thieved
Her name, her patient genius, while you thought
To fool the world and master it. You sought
Reality. It comes in hate and woe.
In the end you also shall not be deceived.
The Pig's Tale
© Lewis Carroll
Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters
Gorgeous in their gaiters-
I've a Tale to tell.
The Way
© Henry Van Dyke
Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul,
May keep the path, but will not reach the goal;
While he who walks in love may wander far,
But God will bring him where the Blessed are.
Tunk
© James Weldon Johnson
(A Lecture on Modern Education)
Look heah, Tunk! Now, ain't dis awful! T'ought I sont you off to school.
The White Witch
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Heaven help your home to-night,
MacCormac; for I know
A white witch woman is your bride:
You married for your woe.
The Broken - Down Squatter
© Anonymous
For the banks are all broken, they say,
And the merchants are all up a tree.
When the bigwigs are brought to the Bankruptcy Court,
What chance for a squatter like me.
