Poems begining by T
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The Song Of Hiawatha XV: Hiawatha's Lamentation
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In those days the Evil Spirits,
All the Manitos of mischief,
The Call of the Bush
© Dora Wilcox
Three roads there are that climb and wind
Amongst the hills, and leave behind
The patterned orchards, sloping down
To meet a little country town.
To A Sparrow
© Francis Ledwidge
Because you have no fear to mingle
Wings with those of greater part,
So like me, with song I single
Your sweet impudence of heart.
Thomas Norton To The Reder
© Thomas Norton
Wee may wyte, if wee wyll, by holy writ
The lore of the lorde, that ledeth to lyfe:
To Meet, Or Otherwise
© Thomas Hardy
Whether to sally and see thee, girl of my dreams,
Or whether to stay
The Sirens
© James Russell Lowell
The sea is lonely, the sea is dreary,
The sea is restless and uneasy;
The Cigar
© Thomas Hood
Some sigh for this and that,
My wishes don't go far;
The world may wag at will,
So I have my cigar.
To A Couple Of Students Who Were Teasing Her
© Ho Xuan Huong
Where are you going, my dear little greenhorns?
Here, I'll teach you how to turn a verse or two
Young drones sucking at withered flowers,
Little goats brushing horns against a fence.
The Covered Bridge
© Madison Julius Cawein
There, from its entrance, lost in matted vines,--
Where in the valley foams a water-fall,---
The Riddle Of The Sphinx
© Leon Gellert
Thou gazing face above the shifting sands!
Oh, turn thy tearless eyes and answer me!
Will honour come to thee and to thy land.
That this should be?
The Shepherds Calendar - April
© John Clare
The infant april joins the spring
And views its watery skye
As youngling linnet trys its wing
And fears at first to flye
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude II.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Soon as the story reached its end,
One, over eager to commend,
Crowned it with injudicious praise;
And then the voice of blame found vent,
And fanned the embers of dissent
Into a somewhat lively blaze.
The Killer
© Judith Wright
The day was clear as fire,
the birds sang frail as glass,
when thirsty I came to the creek
and fell by its side in the grass.
The Clever Demon
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
My old good friend, my faithful Demon,
Had sung the little song to me:
All night of hell the sailor sailed on,
But drowned by the morn in sea.
To a Traveller
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
THE mountains, and the lonely death at last
Upon the lonely mountains: O strong friend!
The Golden Island: Arran From Ayr
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
DEEP set in distant seas it lies;
The morning vapors float and fall,
The noonday clouds above it rise,
Then drop as white as virgin's pall.
