Poems begining by T
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The Second Booke Of Qvodlibets
© Robert Hayman
Epigrams are much like to Oxymell,
Hony and Vineger compounded well:
Hony, and sweet in their inuention,
Vineger in their reprehension.
As sowre, sweet Oxymell, doth purge though fleagme:
These are to purge Vice, take them as they meane.
The Modern Patriot
© William Cowper
Rebellion is my theme all day,
I only wish 'twould come
(As who knows but perhaps it may)
A little nearer home.
The Disquieting Muses
© Sylvia Plath
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt
Or what disfigured and unsightly
The White Moth
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
IF a leaf rustled, she would start:
And yet she died, a year ago.
The Dream Of Roderick
© Madison Julius Cawein
Below, the tawny Tagus swept
Past royal gardens, breathing balm;
Upon his couch the monarch slept;
The world was still; the night was calm.
The Triumph Of Heavenly Love Desired
© William Cowper
Ah! reign, wherever man is found!
My spouse, beloved and divine!
Then I am rich, and I abound,
When every human heart is thine.
The Logical Vegetarian
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
You will find me drinking rum,
Like a sailor in a slum,
You will find me drinking beer like a Bavarian
You will find me drinking gin
In the lowest kind of inn
Because I am a rigid Vegetarian.
The Widows House
© William Barnes
I went hwome in the dead o' the night,
When the vields wer all empty o' vo'k,
The Complaint
© Washington Allston
"Oh, had I Colin's winning ease,"
Said Lindor with a sigh,
"So carelessly ordained to please,
I'd every care defy.
The Babies of Walloon
© Henry Lawson
He was lengthsman on the railway, and his station scarce deserved
That pre-eminence in sorrow of the Majesty he served,
But as dear to him and precious were the gifts reclaimed so soon
Were the workmans little daughters who were buried near Walloon.
The Ruined Mill
© Madison Julius Cawein
There is the ruined water-mill
With its rotten wheel, that stands as still
The Happy Traveller
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
WHO is the monarch of the Road?
I, the happy rover!
Lord of the way which lies before
Up to the hill and over--
Owner of all beneath the blue,
On till the end, and after, too!
The Hen's Complaint
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
With drooping wings and nodding head,
These are the clucked-out words she said:
The Asthmatic To The Satan That Binds Him
© George MacDonald
Satan, avaunt!
Nay, take thine hour,
Thou canst not daunt,
Thou hast no power;
Be welcome to thy nest,
Though it be in my breast.
The Anarchist.
© Arthur Henry Adams
THE dawn hangs heavy on the distant hill,
The darkness shudders slowly into light;
And from the weary bosom of the night
The pent winds sigh, then sink with horror still.
The Last Man
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them,
I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes,
Tamar
© Robinson Jeffers
Grass grows where the flame flowered;
A hollowed lawn strewn with a few black stones
And the brick of broken chimneys; all about there
The old trees, some of them scarred with fire, endure the sea
wind.
The wind trapped like a tired man,
© Emily Dickinson
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within
