Poems begining by T
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"The Day is Done"
© Cary Phoebe
The day is done, and darkness From the wing of night is loosed,As a feather is wafted downward From a chicken going to roost.
The Annoyer
© Cary Phoebe
"Common as light is love. And its familiar voice wearies not ever." Shelley.
Today
© Carlyle Thomas
So here hath been dawningAnother blue Day:Think wilt thou let itSlip useless away.
The Woman Hater, a Song
© Henry Carey
IA pretty, empty, Gaudy Frame,Full of Nonsense, full of Pride,Full of Talk, and Naught beside?
The Man-hater, A Song
© Henry Carey
IOf an inconstant, fickle Nature,Deceitful, and Conceited too,Boasting of more than he can do?
The Indian Gone!
© Canning Josiah Dean
By night I saw the Hunter's moon Slow gliding in the placid sky;Her lustre mocked the sun at noon -- I asked myself the reason why?And straightway came the sad reply: She shines as she was wont to doTo aid the Indian's aiming eye, When by her light he strung his bow, But where is he?
Beside the ancient flood I strayed, Where dark traditions mark the shore;With wizzard vision I essayed Into the misty past to pore
The Physical Conscience
© Ada Cambridge
The moral conscience -- court of last appeal -- Our word of God -- our Heaven-sent light and guide -- From what high aims it lures our steps aside!To what immoral deeds it sets its seal!That beacon lamp has lost its sacred fire; That pilot-guide, compelling wind and wave, By slow, blind process, has become the slaveOf all-compelling custom and desire
The Trinity Cake
© Burke Johnny
As I leaned o'er the rail of the Eagle, The letter boy brought unto me,A little gilt edged invitation, Saying the girls want you over to tea,Sure I know the O'Hooligans sent it, And I went, just for ould friendship sakeWhen the first thing they gave me to tackle, Was a slice of the Trinity Cake
The Kelligrews Soiree
© Burke Johnny
You may talk of Clara Nolan's ball, Or anything you chooseBut it couldn't hold a snuff-box To the spree in Kelligrews
The Rubaiyat of Omar Cayenne
© Gelett Burgess
WAKE! For the Hack can scatter into flightShakespere and Dante in a single Night! The Penny-a-liner is Abroad, and strikesOur Modern Literature with blithering Blight.
To her friends said the Bright one in chatter
© Buller A. H. Reginald
To her friends said the Bright one in chatter,"I have learned something new about matter: My speed was so great, Much increased was my weight,Yet I failed to become any fatter!"
The Pied Piper of Hamelin: A Child's Story
© Robert Browning
(Written for, and inscribed to, W. M. the Younger)
The Bishop Orders his Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church Rome, 15--
© Robert Browning
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?Nephews--sons mine
The Darktown Strutters' Ball
© Brooks Shelton
I've got some good news, Honey,An invitation to the Dark-town Ball,It's a very swell affair,All the "high-browns" will be there,I'll wear my high silk hat and a frock tail coat,You wear your Paris gown, and your new silk shawl,There ain't no doubt about it babe,We'll be the best dressed in the hall
The Caicos Islands, West Indies
© Brooke Gilbert E.
O salt-laden land, with your rocks and your thatch trees,How oft have I toiled through your tropical wildernessThough only returning to jaws of Charybdis --Ephemeral structure, culicidal, chiggeral --Despite protestation
The Night is Darkening round Me
© Emily Jane Brontë
THE night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow ;But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
