Poems begining by T
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The Wistful Lady
© Thomas Hardy
'Love, while you were away there came to me -
From whence I cannot tell -
A plaintive lady pale and passionless,
Who bent her eyes upon me critically,
And weighed me with a wearing wistfulness,
As if she knew me well.'
The Belated Swallow
© Mary Hannay Foott
Belated swallow, whither flying?
The day is dead, the light is dying,
The Son In Old Age
© Victor Marie Hugo
Thy noble face, Regina, calls to mind
My poor lost little one, my latest born.
The Evening Light
© Alfred Austin
All that the glow of dawn foretold,
And all the glare of noon unrolled,
Seem nothing to the quiet joy
No clamour mars, no cares destroy,
'Twixt restless day and restful night,
That cometh with the Evening Light.
The Holy Island
© William Henry Drummond
Dey call it de Holy Islan'
W'ere de lighthouse stan' alone,
The Tewkesbury Road
© John Masefield
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither or why;
Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.
The Ancestors
© Allen Tate
When the night's coming and the last light falls
A weak child among lost shadows on the floor,
The Change
© Henry King
Il sabio mude conseio: Il loco persevera.
We lov'd as friends now twenty years and more:
Is't time or reason think you to give o're?
When though two prentiships set Jacob free,
The Complaint unto Pity
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Pite, that I have sought so yore agoo
With herte soore and ful of besy peyne,
The Dog Star Pup
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
On the silver edge of a vacant star near the trembling Pleiades,
A Hobo, lately arrived from earth sat rubbing his rusty chin,
All unaware, as he waited there with his elbows on his knees,
That an angel stood at the Golden Gate, impatient to let him in.
To Caroline
© George Gordon Byron
Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,
Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay;
And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs,
Which said far more than words can say?
The Trial Of A Man
© Sylvia Plath
The ordinary milkman brought that dawn
Of destiny, delivered to the door
In square hermetic bottles, while the sun
Ruled decree of doomsday on the floor.
The Beggar
© James Russell Lowell
A beggar through the world am I,
From place to place I wander by.
Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me,
For Christ's sweet sake and charity!
The Phantom Fleet
© Alfred Noyes
The sunset lingered in the pale green West:
In rosy wastes the low soft evening star
Woke; while the last white sea-mew sought for rest;
And tawny sails came stealing o'er the bar.
The King Of England
© Sir Henry Newbolt
In that eclipse of noon when joy was hushed
Like the bird's song beneath unnatural night,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
Again Love left you. With appealing eyes
You watched him go, and lips apart to speak.
He left you, and once more the sun did rise
Things That Havent Been Done Before
© Edgar Albert Guest
The things that haven't been done before,
Those are the things to try;
The Artilleryman's Vision
© Walt Whitman
While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,
And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes,
The Young that Died in Beauty
© William Barnes
If souls should only sheen so bright
In heaven as in ethly light,
An nothen better wer the cease,
How comely still, in sheape an feace,
