Poems begining by T
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The Place Of The Solitaires
© Wallace Stevens
Let the place of the solitaires
Be a place of perpetual undulation.
The Dolefull Lay of Clorinda
© Mary Sidney Herbert
Ay me, to whom shall I my case complaine,
That may compassion my impatient griefe!
Or where shall I unfold my inward paine,
That my enriven heart may find reliefe!
Shall I unto the heavenly powres it show?
Or unto earthly men that dwell below?
The End Of April
© Robert Fuller Murray
Vain are the efforts hapless mortals ply
To climb of knowledge the forbidden tree;
Yet still about its roots they strive and cry,
And James is going in for his degree.
The Eve Of Waterloo
© George Gordon Byron
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Translation Of A Romaic Love Song
© George Gordon Byron
Ah! Love was never yet without
The pang, the agony, the doubt,
Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,
While day and night roll darkling by.
The Full Sea Rolls And Thunders
© William Ernest Henley
The full sea rolls and thunders
In glory and in glee.
O, bury me not in the senseless earth
But in the living sea!
The Convalescent Gripster
© Eugene Field
The gods let slip that fiendish grip
Upon me last week Sunday--
Thoughts
© Sara Teasdale
When I can make my thoughts come forth
To walk like ladies up and down,
Each one puts on before the glass
Her most becoming hat and gown.
The Lovers. A Poem
© John Logan
Harriet
I fear to go--I dare not stay.
Look back.--I dare not look that way.
The Dream-Ship
© Eugene Field
When the world is fast asleep,
Along the midnight skies-
As though it were a wandering cloud-
The ghostly dream-ship flies.
The Unillumined Verge
© Robert Seymour Bridges
THEY tell you that Death s at the turn of the road,
That under the shade of a cypress you ll find him,
And, struggling on wearily, lashed by the goad
Of pain, you will enter the black mist behind him.
The Complaisant Friend
© Pierre Louys
The storm lasted all night. Selenis, with her lovely
hair, came to spin with me. She stayed for fear of
the mud, and we filled my little bed, clasped close
to each other. When two girls go to bed together, sleep
The Scots [A Dirge]
© Henry Lawson
Black Scots and red Scots,
Red Scots and black;
I hae dealt wi the red Scot,
An dealt wi the black.
The Campfire Of The Sun
© Bliss William Carman
LO, now, the journeying sun,
Another day's march done,
Kindles his campfire at the edge of night!
And in the twilight pale
The Streams Song
© Lascelles Abercrombie
Make way, make way,
You thwarting stones;
Room for my play,
Serious ones.
The Last Of The Roses
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A ROYAL rose! A rose how darkly red!
A proud, voluptuous, full blown flower, that sways
Her sceptre o'er the wind-swept garden-ways,
With mantling cheek and bold, imperious head!
To-Day
© Siegfried Sassoon
This is To-day, a child in white and blue
Running to meet me out of Night who stilled
The Bas Bleu: Or, Conversation. Addressed To Mrs. Vesey
© Hannah More
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,
Awhile my idle strain attend:
The Town Karnteel
© James Whitcomb Riley
There's not its likes in Ireland--
For twic't the week, be gorries!
They're playing jigs upon the band,
And joomping there in sacks-- and-- and--
And racing, wid wheelborries!
