Poems begining by T
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The Glass Of Beer
© James Brunton Stephens
If I asked her master he'd give me a cask a day;
But she with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange!
May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten and may
The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange.
The Fairies Farewell, or God a Mercy Will
© Richard Corbet
Farewell, rewards and fairies,
Good housewives now may say,
The Boss Over the Board
© Henry Lawson
When hes over a rough and unpopular shed,
With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;
The Workhouse Clock
© Thomas Hood
Father, mother, and careful child,
Looking as if it had never smiled
The Sempstress, lean, and weary, and wan,
With only the ghosts of garments on
The Reconciliation
© Eugene Field
When you were mine, in auld lang syne,
And when none else your charms might ogle,
I'll not deny, fair nymph, that I
Was happier than a heathen mogul.
The Three Trees
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The oak is a brave tree that groweth in the wood
The oak, and the pine, and the aspen tree
The Bitter Herb
© Jeanne Robert Foster
O bitter herb, Forgetfulness,
I search for you in vain;
You are the only growing thing
Can take away my pain.
The Mirror
© Hilaire Belloc
The mirror held your fair, my Fair,
A fickle moment's space.
You looked into mine eyes, and there
For ever fixed your face.
"The Undying One" - Canto I
© Caroline Norton
"My parch'd lips strove for utterance--but no,
I could but listen still, with speechless woe:
I stretch'd my quivering arms--'Away! away!'
She cried, 'and let me humbly kneel, and pray
For pardon; if, indeed, such pardon be
For having dared to love--a thing like thee!'
The Burial Of The Poet
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the old churchyard of his native town,
And in the ancestral tomb beside the wall,
The Call
© Francis William Bourdillon
Hark! 'tis the rush of the horses,
The crash of the galloping gun!
The Dear Old Flag
© Julia A Moore
Oh! we love that dear old flag,
That our forefathers gave
Over one hundred years ago, boys,
They once stood under that dear flag,
But now they are in their graves,
Sleeping their everlasting sleep, boys.
The Christening
© John Jay Chapman
THE evening wore on with the Judge in the chair
While song after song sought the rafter;
We crowned him with holly to match his white hair
And redden the bloom of our laughter:
The House of Clay
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
THERE was a house, a house of clay,
Wherein the inmate sat all day,
To James Forbes, Esq.
© Helen Maria Williams
Author of "The Oriental Memoirs," WHO ASKED FOR SOME LINES OF MY HAND-WRITING
ON LEAVING FRANCE, AFTER HIS
CAPTIVITY AT VERDUN.
The Lee Shore
© Thomas Hood
Sleet! and hail! and thunder!
And ye winds that rave,
Till the sands there under
Tinge the sullen wave --
