Poems begining by T
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The Song Of Hiawatha V: Hiawatha's Fasting
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
The Wound
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I have too happy been.
Some sad Fate envies me.
An arrow she, unseen,
Has fitted to her bow,
And smiling grim, I know,
Let the drawn shaft leap free.
The Milch Kine Drawing The Ark : Faith's Surrender Of All
© John Newton
The kine unguided went
By the directest road;
When the Philistines homeward sent
The ark of Israel's God.
The Garden
© Harriet Monroe
Hiding under the hill,
Heavy with trailing robes and tangled veils of green,
Till only its little haggard face was visible,
The garden lay shy and wistful,
The Anti-Politician
© Alexander Brome
ome leave thy care, and love thy friend;
Live freely, don't despair,
The Snowy Spring Is Raging Mad
© Alexander Blok
The snowy spring is raging mad,
I look away from the saga;
O, dreadful hour, when she read
The palm extended by Tsouniga.
The End of Love
© Muriel Stuart
WHO shall forget till his last hour be come,-
Until the useful service of the dust
The Field of the World
© James Montgomery
Sow in the morn thy seed,
At eve hold not thy hand;
To doubt and fear give thou no heed,
Broadcast it oer the land.
The Origin Of Didactic Poetry
© James Russell Lowell
When wise Minerva still was young
And just the least romantic,
The Operation Of Faith
© John Bunyan
The word of faith unto me pardon brings,
Shows me the ground and reason whence it springs:
The Earth's Shame
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Name not his deed: in shuddering and in haste
We dragged him darkly o'er the windy fell:
That night there was a gibbet in the waste,
And a new sin in hell.
To Pfrimmer
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
(Lines on reading "Driftwood.")
Driftwood gathered here and there
The Request
© Abraham Cowley
I'AVE often wish'd to love; what shall I do?
Me still the cruel boy does spare;
The Joy Of Grief
© John Kenyon
"In vain you touch that answering wire,
Attuned to softest notes of peace;
The Churchwarden and The Apparition: A Fable
© Thomas Chatterton
The night was cold, the wind was high,
And stars bespangled all the sky;
The White Pall Of Peace
© Alfred Austin
Over the peaceful veldt,
Silently, snowflakes fall!
Silently, slow, unfelt,
Cover the Past with a pall!
The Suicide's Soliloquy
© Abraham Lincoln
Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
The Prayer of the Mammonites
© Charles Mackay
Six days we give thee heart and brain :
In grief or pleasure, joy or pain,
Thou art our guide, O god of Gain !
To his mistress, objecting to him neither toying or talking
© Robert Herrick
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
Still with your curls, and kiss the time away.
