Poems begining by T
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The Little Country Bus
© Edgar Albert Guest
Theres no lock upon your door,
And the polish that you wore
The Rose
© Madison Julius Cawein
So by those words of yours I'm led
To send it you this day you wed.
Look well upon it. You, as I,
Should ask it now, without a sigh,
If love can lie as it lies dead.--
You have forgot.
Thoughts In A Far Country
© Franklin Pierce Adams
I rise and applaud, in the patriot manner,
Whenever (as often) I hear
The palpitanat strains of "The Star Spangled Banner,"-
I shout and cheer.
The Cure
© Rudyard Kipling
To-day? God knows where he may lie-
His Cross of weathered beads above him:
But one not worthy to untie
His shoe-string, prays you read-and love him!
To Guido Cavalcanti
© Dante Alighieri
Guido, I wish that Lapo, you, and I
could board a vessel, by transporter beam,
They've Put A Brassiere On A Camel
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
They've put a brassiere on a camel,
She wasn't dressed proper, you know.
They've put a brassiere on a camel,
So that her humps wouldn't show.
The Missionary - Canto First
© William Lisle Bowles
Three hundred brandished spears shone to the sky:
We perish, or we leave our country free;
Father, our blood for Chili and for thee!
The mountain-chief essayed his club to wield,
And shook the dust indignant from the shield.
Then spoke:--
To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;
Yes, I was firm -- thus wert not thou;--
My baffled looks did fear yet dread
The Ranger
© John Greenleaf Whittier
ROBERT RAWLIN!--Frosts were falling
When the ranger's horn was calling
Through the woods to Canada.
The Diamond Hitch
© Arthur Chapman
When camp is moved, at break of day,
Then comes old Packer Bill--a king
The Mission Bells of Monteray
© Francis Bret Harte
O BELLS that rang, O bells that sang
Above the martyrs' wilderness,
The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd version)
© John Clare
July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell
"This night is irredeemable"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
This night is irredeemable.
Where you are, it is still bright.
At the gates of Jerusalem,
a black sun is alight.
The Orange Tree
© John Shaw Neilson
The young girl stood beside me.
I Saw not what her young eyes could see:
- A light, she said, not of the sky
Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree.
The End Of The Drought
© Peter McArthur
LAST night we marked the twinkling stars,
This morn no dew revived the grass,
The Builders
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDRED AND FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF PRINCETON COLLEGE
October 21, 1896
The Death Of The First Born
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
COVER him over with daisies white,
And eke with the poppies red,
To Mrs. Mary Caesar
© Mary Barber
I read in your delighted Face,
The Nuptial Bands are ty'd:
From me congratulate her Grace,
Young Portland's lovely Bride.
To any army wife
© Sappho
Some say a cavalry corps,
some infantry, some again,
will maintain that the swift oars
