Poems begining by T
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The Life-Forest
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
IN springtime of our youth, life's purpling shade,
Foliage and fruit, do hang so thickly round,
We seem glad tenants of enchanted ground,
O'er which for aye dream-whispering winds have played.
The Three-Decker
© Rudyard Kipling
Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail.
It cost a watch to steer her, and a week to shorten sail;
But, spite all modern notions, I found her first and best -
The only certain packet for the Islands of the Blest.
The Alleys
© Henry Lawson
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,
I was petted in a garden and my triumph was complete.
The Only Day In Existence
© William Taylor Collins
The early sun is so pale and shadowy,
I could be looking up at a ghost
The Stranger In Louisiana
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
We saw thee, O stranger, and wept!
We look'd for the youth of the sunny glance,
To One Who Would Make A Confession
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Oh! leave the past to buy its own dead.
The past is naught to us, the present all.
What need of last year's leaves to strew Love's bed?
What need of ghosts to grace a festival?
The New Freethinker
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
John Grubby who was short and stout
And troubled with religious doubt,
The Double Fortress
© Alfred Noyes
Time, wouldst thou hurt us? Never shall we grow old.
Break as thou wilt these bodies of blind clay,
Thou canst not touch us here, in our stronghold,
Where two, made one, laugh all thy powers away.
The Monument Of Kindness
© Edgar Albert Guest
We do not build our monuments in stone,
The records of our life aren't cast in steel;
We are forgot, if when the spirit's flown
No human hearts our finger prints reveal.
The Dancers (For Edwin Arlington Robinson)
© Margaret Widdemer
Ours is a still town, a sad town, a sober town,
Still lie the dun roads all empty in the sun,
Sad comes the day up and sad falls the night down,
And sadly go we sleepwise when the day's watch is done!
The Gods Of Greece
© John Kenyon
Ye Gods of Greece! Bright Fictions! when
Ye ruled, of old, a happier race,
The Burial of Saint Brendan
© Padraic Colum
ON the third day from this (Saint Brendan said)
I will be where no wind that filled a sail
The Flowers Have Tender Little Souls
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The flowers have tender little souls
That love, rejoice, aspire.
The White Maiden And The Indian Girl
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Child of the Woods, bred in leafy dell,
See the palace home in which I dwell,
With its lofty walls and casements wide,
And objects of beauty on every side;
Now, tell me, dost thou not think it bliss
To dwell in a home as bright as this?
The Disconcerted Tenor
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A tenor, all singers above
(This doesn't admit of a question),
The Boa Constrictor Song
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I'm being swallered by a Boa Constrictor
a Boa Constrictor, a Boa Constrictor
I'm being swallered by a Boa Constrictor
and I don't - like snakes - one bit!
The Cuckoo
© Edward Thomas
That's the cuckoo, you say. I cannot hear it.
When last I heard it I cannot recall; but I know
Too well the year when first I failed to hear it -
It was drowned by my man groaning out to his sheep 'Ho! Ho!'
