Poems begining by T
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To ----
© Sidney Lanier
The Day was dying; his breath
Wavered away in a hectic gleam;
And I said, if Life's a dream, and Death
And Love and all are dreams - I'll dream.
The Ruling Thought
© Giacomo Leopardi
Most sweet, most powerful,
Controller of my inmost soul;
The terrible, yet precious gift
Of heaven, companion kind
Of all my days of misery,
O thought, that ever dost recur to me;
The Ruined Chapel
© William Allingham
By the shore, a plot of ground
Clips a ruined chapel round,
Buttressed with a grassy mound;
Where Day and Night and Day go by
And bring no touch of human sound.
The Last Elegy Of The Third Book Of Tibullus
© Henry James Pye
Propitious Bacchus comeso round thy brow
Be with the mystic vine the ivy wove;
The Human Sacrifice
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
FAR from his close and noisome cell,
By grassy lane and sunny stream,
Blown clover field and strawberry dell,
The Highly Respectable Gondolier
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I stole the Prince, and I brought him here,
And left him, gaily prattling
With a highly respectable Gondolier,
Who promised the Royal babe to rear,
And teach him the trade of a timoneer
With his own beloved bratling.
Thora
© Celia Thaxter
Come under my cloak, my darling!
Thou little Norwegian main!
Nor wind, nor rain, nor rolling sea
Shall chill or make thee afraid.
The Prayer on the Pier
© Henry Clay Work
Proudly foats the ocean steamer,-
Throngs aboard and on the pier;
The Autumn Cyclamen
© Frances Anne Kemble
We are the ghosts of those small flowers,
That in the opening of the year,
Thou Art Not Lovelier Than Lilacs
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,-no,
Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair
The Days When We Were Young
© Henry Clay Work
Sister! Sister! don't you remember
The days when we were young?
To The Right Honorable The Lord S.
© Thomas Nashe
Pardon, _sweete flower of Matchles poetrie,
And fairest bud the red rose euer bare;
Although my Muse, devorst from deeper care,
Presents thee with a wanton Elegie.
The Ruined Abbey, or, The Affects of Superstition
© William Shenstone
At length fair Peace, with olive crown'd, regains
Her lawful throne, and to the sacred haunts
To Hon. R.G.H. Upon His 78th Birthday
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
CLOSE to the verge of fourscore crowded years
Your heart is strong, your soul serene and bright;
As when confronting first life's hopes and fears--
The star of manhood crowned your brow with light.
