Poems begining by T
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The Paint-Kings
© Washington Allston
Fair Ellen was long the delight of the young,
No damsel could with her compare;
Her charms were the theme of the heart and the tongue.
And bards without number in extacies sung,
The beauties of Ellen the fair.
The Atlas
© Kenneth Slessor
I. The King of Cuckooz
THE King of Cuckooz Contrey
Hangs peaked above Argier
With Janzaries and Marabutts
The Hidden Room
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
I marvel if my heart,
Hath any room apart,
Built secretly its mystic walls within;
With subtly warded key.
Ne'er yielded unto me--
Where even I have surely never been.
The Invitation
© Robert Bloomfield
O for the strength to paint my joy once more!
That joy I feel when Winter's reign is o'er;
To Fiona (Nineteen Months Old)
© William Stanley Braithwaite
Now my songs shall grow
Sweeter, year by year,
Just because I know
You shall read them, dear,
The Old Pine Tree
© William Henry Drummond
"Listen my child," said the old pine
tree, to the little one nestling near,
The Legend Of A Pass Christian
© Harriet Monroe
A Live-oak grows by the shallow sea.
Rest under its boughs, I pray,
And hear of the piratebold was he
And the lady he stole away.
The Sensation Captain
© William Schwenck Gilbert
No nobler captain ever trod
Than CAPTAIN PARKLEBURY TODD,
So good - so wise - so brave, he!
But still, as all his friends would own,
He had one folly - one alone -
This Captain in the Navy.
To Charles Sumner
© John Greenleaf Whittier
If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrong
Than praise the right; if seldom to thine ear
The Child
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Lone played the child within the magic wood,
Where fountains sang and sunshine ever glowed;
The Comic Preacher.
© Robert Crawford
"What proof have you the good man is a fool,
Or that the folly does not rather lie
With those who mock him?"
"Common sense, sir, must
The Optimist
© James Russell Lowell
Turbid from London's noise and smoke,
Here I find air and quiet too;
Air filtered through the beech and oak,
Quiet by nothing harsher broke
Than wood-dove's meditative coo.
The Quaker Widow
© James Bayard Taylor
THEE finds me in the garden, Hannah,come in! T is kind of thee
To wait until the Friends were gone, who came to comfort me.
The still and quiet company a peace may give, indeed,
But blessed is the single heart that comes to us at need.
"Today I saw"
© Lesbia Harford
Today I saw
A market cart going along the road,
High-piled and creaking with a sonsy load
Of cabbages.
To N. V. De G. S.
© Robert Louis Stevenson
THE UNFATHOMABLE sea, and time, and tears,
The deeds of heroes and the crimes of kings
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The First
© William Lisle Bowles
Awake a louder and a loftier strain!
Beloved harp, whose tones have oft beguiled
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Poet's Tale; The Birds of Killingworth
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was the season, when through all the land
The merle and mavis build, and building sing
The Feud
© Frederick George Scott
I hear a cry from the Sansard cave,
O mother, will no one hearken?
A cry of the lost, will no one save?
A cry of the dead, though the oceans rave,
And the scream of a gull as he wheels o'er a grave,
While the shadows darken and darken.'
