Poems begining by T
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To An Unfortunate Woman At The Theatre
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Maiden, that with sullen brow
Sitt'st behind those virgins gay,
Like a scorched and mildew'd bough,
Leafless mid the blooms of May.
The Lady Of Provence
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"Courage was cast about her like a dress
Of solemn comeliness,
A gathered mind and an untroubled face
Did give her dangers grace." ~ Donne.
The Challenge Answered
© Alfred Austin
So at length the word is uttered which the vain Gaul long hath muttered
'Twixt his teeth, by envy fluttered at another land being great;
And the dogs of war are loosèd, and the carnagestream unsluicèd,
That the might of France abusèd may torment the world like Fate.
Timor Mortis
© John Daniel Logan
'For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother . . . . .
And gentlemen in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here.'
The Roll Of Roly Poly Roy
© Carolyn Wells
Once on a time a lad I knew--
His sister called him Bubby;
'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 12
© Publius Vergilius Maro
WHEN Turnus saw the Latins leave the field,
Their armies broken, and their courage quelld,
The Change
© Abraham Cowley
LOVE in her sunny eyes does basking play;
Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair;
Love does on both her lips for ever stray
And sows and reaps a thousand kisses there.
In all her outward parts Love's always seen;
But, oh, He never went within.
To The End
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Because the storm has stript us bare
Of all things but the thing we are,
Because our faith requires us whole,
And we are seen to the very soul,
Rejoice! From now all meaner fears are fled.
The Pink
© Henry King
Fair one, you did on me bestow
Comparisons too sweet to ow;
And but I found them sent from you
I durst not think they could be true.
The Best Time Of The Day
© Raymond Carver
Cool summer nights.
Windows open.
Lamps burning.
Fruit in the bowl.
And your head on my shoulder.
These the happiest moments in the day.
Tim The Dragoon
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Be aisy an' list to a chune
That's sung of bowld Tim the Dragoon
To An Intruder
© Aline Murray Kilmer
BECAUSE I show a guarded face
To all the world but one or two,
And in my heart's most secret place
Consider lilies, why should you
Whose roses grow in common ground
Profane the cloister I have found?
The Ice Palace
© William Cowper
Less worthy of applause, though more admired,
Because a novelty, the work of man,
The Acquittance
© Henry King
Not knowing who should my Acquittance take,
I know as little what discharge to make.
The favour is so great, that it out-goes
All forms of thankfulness I can propose,
To Richard Watson Gilder
© Henry Austin Dobson
Old friends are best! And so to you
Again I send, in closer throng,
The Example of Vertu : Cantos VIII.-XIV.
© Stephen Hawes
Capitalum VIII.
Dame Sapyence taryed a lytell whyle
Behynd the other saynge to Dyscrecyon
And began on her to laugh and smyle
