Poems begining by T
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The Hawk
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AMBUSHED in yonder cloud of white,
Far-glittering from its azure height,
He shrouds his swiftness and his might!
The Wold Wall
© William Barnes
Here, Jeäne, we vu'st did meet below
The leafy boughs, a-swingèn slow,
To A Jar Of Wine
© Eugene Field
How dost thou melt the stoniest hearts,
And bare the cruel knave's design;
How through thy fascinating arts
We discount Hope, O gracious wine!
And passing rich the poor man feels
As through his veins thy affluence steals.
The End is Near the Beginning
© David Gascoyne
Several men are standing on the pier
Unloading the sea
The device on the trolley says MOTHER'S MEAT
Which means Until the end.
To Me
© William Barnes
At night, as drough the meäd I took my waÿ,
In aïr a-sweeten'd by the new-meäde haÿ,
A stream a-vallèn down a rock did sound,
Though out o' zight wer foam an' stwone to me.
The Night March
© Herman Melville
With banners furled and clarions mute,
An army passes in the night;
And beaming spears and helms salute
The dark with bright.
Truth.
© Robert Crawford
We sometimes hap on truth in a strange attire,
As even the gods were wont for their designs
To take on bestial forms; subduing so
Their natures, even their divinity,
To the achievement of a mortal thing.
Tribute To The Memory Of The Same Dog
© William Wordsworth
LIE here, without a record of thy worth,
Beneath a covering of the common earth!
It is not from unwillingness to praise,
Or want of love, that here no Stone we raise;
The Speculators
© William Makepeace Thackeray
The night was stormy and dark,
The town was shut up in sleep:
Only those were abroad who were out on a lark,
Or those who'd no beds to keep.
Troop Train
© Karl Shapiro
It stops the town we come through. Workers raise
Their oily arms in good salute and grin.
The Old Soldier
© Katharine Tynan
Lest the young soldiers be strange in heaven,
God bids the old soldier they all adored
Come to Him and wait for them, clean, new-shriven,
A happy doorkeeper in the House of the Lord.
The River-Merchant's Wife
© Li Po
At fifteen I stopped scowling,
I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever.
Why should I climb the look out?
To A Cold Beauty
© Thomas Hood
Lady, wouldst thou heiress be
To Winters cold and cruel part?
When he sets the rivers free,
Thou dost still lock up thy heart;
This Southern Land of Ours
© Charles Harpur
With alien hearts to frame our laws
And cheat us as of old,
The Dragon Of Grindly Grun
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
I breathe fire as hot as the sun.
When a knight comes to fight
I just toast him on sight,
Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.
The Psychological Craze
© Lesbia Harford
I in the library,
Looking for books to read,
Pulled one out twice to see
If it fulfilled my need.
The Auld Fisher
© George MacDonald
There was an auld fisher, he sat by the wa',
An' luikit oot ower the sea;
The bairnies war playin, he smil't on them a',
But the tear stude in his e'e.
The Phantom Curate
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A bishop once - I will not name him see -
Annoyed his clergy in the mode conventional;
From pulpit shackles never set them free,
And found a sin where sin was unintentional.
All pleasures ended in abuse auricular -
The Bishop was so terribly particular.
The Sea Diver
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My way is on the bright blue sea,
My sleep upon its rocking tide;
And many an eye has followed me
Where billows clasp the worn seaside.
