Poems begining by T
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The Thief And Cordelier. A Ballad
© Matthew Prior
Who has e'er been at Paris must needs know the Greve,
The fatal retreat of th' unfortunate brave,
Where honour and justice most oddly contribute
To ease heroes' pains by a halter and gibbet.
Derry down, down, hey derry down.
The Exile
© Thomas Hood
The swallow with summer
Will wing o'er the seas,
The wind that I sigh to
Will visit thy trees.
The Litanies Of Satan
© Charles Baudelaire
O you, the most knowing, and loveliest of Angels,
a god fate betrayed, deprived of praises,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O, Prince of exile to whom wrong has been done,
The Ballade of the Incompetent Ballade-Monger
© James Kenneth Stephen
Dear Sir, though my language is low,
Let me dip in Pierian pools:
My verses are only so so,
But I hope I have kept to the rules.
The Peace Maker
© Henry Lawson
It has a point of neither sex
But comes in guise of both,
And, doubly dangerous complex,
It is a thing to loathe
A lady with her sweet, sad smile,
A gentleman on oath.
The Vulture and the Husbandman
© Arthur Clement Hilton
The papers they had finished lay
In piles of blue and white.
They answered every thing they could,
And wrote with all their might,
But, though they wrote it all by rote,
They did not write it right.
The Old And The Young Bridegroom
© Victor Marie Hugo
HERN. This duke is rich, great, prosperous,
No blot attaches to his ancient name.
He is all-powerful. He offers you
His treasures, titles, honors, with his hand.
The Patriot
© John Le Gay Brereton
The patriot from his walls of brass
Is singing loudly as I pass;
With fearless heart and open eyes,
He shouts the ancient battle cries;
And, where I pause to hear him sing,
A silent crowd is listening.
The Necessity Of A New Heart
© John Bunyan
Now wouldst thou have a heart that tender is,
A heart that forward is to close with bliss;
The Old Man Of The Sea
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Do you know the Old Man of the Sea, of the Sea?
Have you met with that dreadful old man?
If you have n't been caught, you will be, you will be;
For catch you he must and he can.
The Hemlock Tree. (From The German)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O Hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! how faithful are thy branches!
Green not alone in summer time,
But in the winter's frost and rime!
O hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! how faithful are thy branches!
The King
© James Whitcomb Riley
And they rode and rode; and the steeds they neighed
And pranced, and the sun on their glossy hides
Flickered and lightened and glanced and played
Like the moon on rippling tides;
The Right Family
© Edgar Albert Guest
With time our notions allus change,
An' years make old idees seem strange--
The Applicant
© Sylvia Plath
First, are you our sort of a person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,
The Men Of Old
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WELL speed thy mission, bold Iconoclast!
Yet all unworthy of its trust thou art,
If, with dry eye, and cold, unloving heart,
Thou tread'st the solemn Pantheon of the Past,
The Little Church Round the Corner
© Anonymous
"Bring him not here, where our sainted feet
Are treading the path to glory;
Bring him not here, where our Saviour sweet
Repeats for us his story.
The Pillar of the Cloud
© John Henry Newman
Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home -
Lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene, - one step enough for me.
The Hearer
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
"SING of the things we know and love."
But the singer made reply,
"There are greater lands to tell you of
And stars to steer you by."
