Poems begining by T
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THe River Saguenay
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Few poets yet in praise of thee
Have tuned a passing lay,
Yet art thou rich in beauties stern,
Thou dark browed Saguenay!
The Preparative
© Thomas Traherne
My Body being Dead, my Limbs unknown;
Before I skilled [sic] to prize
The Awakening
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I DID not know that life could be so sweet,
I did not know the hours could speed so fleet,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXXI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE WHOM HE HAD LOVED TOO LONG
Why do I cling to thee, sad love? Too long
Thou bringest me neither pleasure to my soul
Nor profit to my reason save in song,
The Good That I Would I Do Not
© John Newton
I would, but cannot sing,
Guilt has untuned my voice;
The serpent sin's envenomed sting
Has poisoned all my joys.
The Death Of Goody Nurse
© Rose Terry Cooke
The chill New England sunshine
Lay on the kitchen floor;
The wild New England north wind
Came rattling at the door.
The Patterns
© Ezra Pound
Erinna is a model parent,
Her children have never discovered her adulteries.
Lalage is also a model parent,
Her offspring are fat and happy.
To My Old Schoolmaster
© John Greenleaf Whittier
AN EPISTLE NOT AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE
Old friend, kind friend! lightly down
The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Up and down the village streets
Strange are the forms my fancy meets,
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 02
© William Langland
And is welcome whan he wile, and woneth with hem ofte.
Alle fledden for fere and flowen into hernes;
Save Mede the mayde na mo dorste abide.
Ac trewely to telle, she trembled for fere,
And ek wepte and wrong whan she was attached.
The Beautiful Stranger
© John Clare
I cannot know what country owns thee now,
With France's forest lilies on thy brow.
The Ship Of State
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
A SENTIMENT
This "sentiment" was read on the same occasion as the "Family Record,"
The Garden
© John Newton
A Garden contemplation suits,
And may instruction yield,
Sweeter than all the flow'rs and fruits
With which the spot is filled.
The Master-Player
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
AN old worn harp that had been played
Till all its strings were loose and frayed,
The Invitation to Selborne
© Gilbert White
See Selborne spreads her boldest beauties round
The varied valley, and the mountain ground,
The Pale Woman
© Arthur Symons
I spoke to the pale and heavy-lidded woman, and said:
O pale and heavy-lidded woman, why is your check
The Chameleon
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I KNOW that I'm like, yet I am not, a snake!
'Tis true that I glisten by boil and by brake,
That I dart out and in, can glide, quiver and coil
As swift as the lightning, but softer than oil,
Yet a creature more innocent never was drawn
From the gray of cool shadows to bask in the dawn!
The Dictaphone Bard
© Franklin Pierce Adams
We were crowded in the cabin comma
Not a soul would dare to sleep dash comma
It was midnight on the waters comma
And a storm was on the deep period
