Poems begining by T
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To make One's Toilette—after Death
© Emily Dickinson
To make One's Toilette-after Death
Has made the Toilette cool
Of only Taste we cared to please
Is difficult, and still-
The Past
© William Cullen Bryant
Thou unrelenting Past!
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
And fetters, sure and fast,
Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.
The Child's Last Sleep
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou sleepest but when wilt thou wake, fair child?
When the fawn awakes in the forest wild?
The Dreams Of Youth
© Edgar Albert Guest
The dreams of youth are fairest,
The dreams of youth are rarest;
The Twa Gordons
© George MacDonald
There was John Gordon an' Archibold,
An' a yerl's twin sons war they;
Quhan they war are an' twenty year auld
They fell oot on their ae birthday.
The Human Touch
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Thanked God she made roses still for pretty ladies' wear,
Threepence for a dozen such, working to the night.
Dragged in to a hurried knot all her dusty hair
Eyes foolish with fatigue straining to the light.
The Chaplet
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A little girl through field and wood
Went plucking flowerets here and there,
When suddenly beside her stood
A lady wondrous fair!
The Woman In The Rye
© Thomas Hardy
'Why do you stand in the dripping rye,
Cold-lipped, unconscious, wet to the knee,
When there are firesides near?' said I.
'I told him I wished him dead,' said she.
To A Caotive Crane
© Hamlin Garland
Ho, brother! Art thou prisoned too?
Is thy heart hot with restless pain?
The Falcon
© James Russell Lowell
I know a falcon swift and peerless
As e'er was cradled In the pine;
No bird had ever eye so fearless,
Or wing so strong as this of mine.
The Men Who Made Bad Matches
© Henry Lawson
Oh, the men who made bad matches, and the Great Misunderstood,
Are through all the world a mighty and a silent brotherhood.
If a wife is discontented, every other woman knows
But the men who made bad matches keep the cruel secret close.
The Mad Hatter's Song
© Lewis Carroll
" - - it was at the great concert given by the
Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing
`Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!'You know the song, perhaps?" "I've heard something like it," said Alice. "It goes on, you know," the Hatter continued,
Take Them Away! They'll Drive Me Crazy
© Henry Clay Work
Riding in the Park, or down town shopping
At the Matinee, or singing in the choir
Everywhere a dazzling blaze of beauty
Blinds my eyes and sets my soul afire
The Believer's Safety
© John Newton
Incarnate God! the soul that knows
Thy name's mysterious power
Shall dwell in undisturbed repose,
Nor fear the trying hour.
The Three Strangers
© Walter de la Mare
Far are those tranquil hills,
Dyed with fair evening's rose;
On urgent, secret errand bent,
A traveller goes.
The Haunch Of Venison
© Oliver Goldsmith
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARE
THANKS, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter
To The Memory Of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died Dec: 16 -- My Birthday.
© Jane Austen
Angelic Woman! past my power to praise
In Language meet, thy Talents, Temper, mind.
Thy solid Worth, they captivating Grace!-
Thou friend and ornament of Humankind!-
The First American Congress
© Joel Barlow
Columbus looked; and still around them spread,
From south to north, th' immeasurable shade;
