Poems begining by T
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The Amateur Photographer
© Norman Rowland Gale
Beware of those who slyly pilch
In many cunning ways;
The Calculation Of Life
© Jean Antoine de Baif
Thou art aged; but recount,
Since thy early life began,
The Lost Star -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
When God finished his work of creation
In the vast blue sky
Tiger--Tiger!
© Rudyard Kipling
What of the hunting, hunter bold?
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
The Plaint
© Adelaide Crapsey
Musicians O Musicians: Heartsease
Heartsease: an you will have me live play heartsease.
The Botanist's Vision
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
The sun that in Breadalbane's lake doth fall
Was melting to the sea down golden Tay,
The Gray Magician
© Margaret Widdemer
I was living very merrily on Middle Earth
As merry as a maid may be
To Donneen
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"Why weep," I whispered by your red gold head,
"Dearest of boys?"
"I cannot hear my new shoes creak," you said,
"There is such noise."
The Secretary
© Matthew Prior
While with labour assiduous due pleasure I mix,
And in one day atone for the business of six,
The Duty Of A Brother
© Charles Lamb
Why on your sister do you look,
Octavius, with an eye of scorn,
As scarce her presence you could brook?-
Under one roof you both were born.
To My Friend - Ode I
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
TRANSPLANT the beauteous tree!
Gardener, it gives me pain;
A happier resting-place
Its trunk deserved.
The Haunted House
© George MacDonald
Suggested by a drawing of Thomas Moran, the American painter.
This must be the very night!
The Impetuous Breeze And The Diplomatic Sun
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
A Boston man an ulster had,
An ulster with a cape that fluttered:
It smacked his face, and made him mad,
And polyglot remarks he uttered:
"I bought it at a bargain," said he,
"I'm tired of the thing already."
To Aubrey De Vere
© George MacDonald
Ray of the Dawn of Truth, Aubrey de Vere,
Forgive my play fantastic with thy name,
The Wood-Spring To The Poet
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Give, Poet, give!
Thus only shalt thou live.
Give! for 'tis thy joyous doom
To charm, to comfort, to illume.
The Town Between
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
A WALL impregnable surrounds
The Town wherein I dwell;
No man may scale it and it has
Two gates that guard it well.
