Poems begining by T
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The Happy Printer
© Henry Austin Dobson
The Printer's is a happy lot:
Alone of all professions,
No fateful smudges ever blot
His earliest "impressions."
The Fairies
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The fairies, the fairies, from her blue eyes were peeping;
They blew her hair about you so you were lost, my dear.
With their charms and enchantments they lured and waylaid you,
So my love cannot comfort and my presence cannot cheer.
The Bear-Story
© James Whitcomb Riley
THAT ALEX "IST MAKED UP HIS-OWN-SE'F"
W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out
The First Hymn Of Callimachus. To Jupiter
© Matthew Prior
While we to Jove select the holy victim
Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself,
The Last Laugh
© Franklin Pierce Adams
How sweet the moonlight sleeps," I quoted,
"Upon this bank!" that starry night-
The night you vowed you'd be devoted-
I'll tell the world you held me tight.
The Dead Bride
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
WITHIN my circled arm she lay and faintly smiled the long night through,
And oh, but she was fair to view, fair to view!
The Frog
© James Whitcomb Riley
Who am I but the Frog--the Frog!
My realm is the dark bayou,
And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown log
That the poison-vine clings to--
And the blacksnakes slide in the slimy tide
Where the ghost of the moon looks blue.
The Return Of The Goddess
© James Bayard Taylor
Not as in youth, with steps outspeeding morn,
And cheeks all bright from rapture of the way,
But in strange mood, half cheerful, half forlorn,
She comes to me to-day.
The Kneisel Quartet
© John Jay Chapman
HAPPY the man who with steadfast devotion
Walks through the turmoil where passions are rife,
Feeding one flame of enduring emotion,
Bearing unshattered the urn of his life.
The Sick Lion and the Ass
© Jonathan Swift
Rebukes are easy from our betters,
From men of quality and letters;
But when low dunces will affront,
What man alive can stand the brunt?
The Sunset of Romanticism
© Charles Baudelaire
How beautiful a new sun is when it rises,
flashing out its greeting, like an explosion!
- Happy, whoever hails with sweet emotion
its descent, nobler than a dream, to our eyes!
The Great Cities
© Henry Van Dyke
How wonderful are the cities that man hath builded:
Their walls are compacted of heavy stones,
And their lofty towers rise above the tree-tops.
The Dying Lover
© John Wilmot
I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn;
Since that poor swain that sighs for you,
For you alone was born.
Thoughts
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I gave my thoughts a golden peach,
A silver citron tree;
They clustered dumbly out of reach
And would not sing for me.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Love's Perversity
The Coronation Of Inez De Castro
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
There was music on the midnight;
From a royal fane it roll'd,
To The Afflicted, Tossed With Tempests And Not Comforted
© John Newton
Pensive, doubting, fearful heart,
Hear what Christ the Saviour says;
The Little Woman
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little woman, to her I bow
And doff my hat as I pass her by;
The Moon, how definite its orb! (fragment)
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Moon, how definite its orb!
Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze-
