Poems begining by T
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The Hero
© Siegfried Sassoon
'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the mother said,
And folded up the letter that she'd read.
'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke
In the tired voice that quavered to a choke.
She half looked up. 'We mothers are so proud
Of our dead soldiers.' Then her face was bowed.
"The Laurels"
© John Greenleaf Whittier
FROM these wild rocks I look to-day
O'er leagues of dancing waves, and see
The far, low coast-line stretch away
To where our river meets the sea.
To His Mistress
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
There comes an end to summer,
To spring showers and hoar rime;
The Merrimac
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Stream of my fathers! sweetly still
The sunset rays thy valley fill;
The Thank-Offering
© George MacDonald
My Lily snatches not my gift;
Glad is she to be fed,
But to her mouth she will not lift
The piece of broken bread,
Till on my lips, unerring, swift,
The morsel she has laid.
The Old Song
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
I saw the kings of London town,
The kings that buy and sell,
That built it up with penny loaves
And penny lies as well:
The Boys' And Girls' Thanksgiving of 1892
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Never since the race was started,
Had a boy in any clime,
Cause to be so thankful-hearted,
As the boys of present time.
To Eliza
© George Moses Horton
Eliza, tell thy lover why
Or what induced thee to deceive me?
Fare thee well--away I fly--
I shun the lass who thus will grieve me.
To Bi Siyao
© Du Fu
Once stately figures in the art of rhyme,
Now sadly down at heels, our careers in ruin,
The Black Bordered Letter
© Henry Lawson
We was warm,
We was warm,
As pals was ever seen;
We never ad a dry word
Till she come between.
The Stable Path
© William Henry Ogilvie
The last red rose on the arch has faded,
The border has mourned for its last white flower;
The Minds Games
© William Carlos Williams
If a man can say of his life or
any moment of his life, There is
Twilight
© Caroline Norton
When the mournful Jewish mother
Laid her infant down to rest,
In doubt, and fear, and sorrow,
On the water's changeful breast;
The Monument Of Q.H.F.
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Look you, the monument I have erected
High as the pyramids, royal, sublime,
During as brass--it shall not be affected
E'en by the elements coupled with Time.
