Poems begining by T
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The Chain I Gave: From The Turkish
© George Gordon Byron
The chain I gave was fair to view,
The lute I added sweet in sound;
The heart that offer'd both was true,
And ill deserved the fate it found.
The Young Soldier
© Katharine Tynan
Since you were so young, child, I shall
Not fear your noon or even-fall,
Nor dread you are taken unawares,
Nor weary Heaven with many prayers.
Truth and Falsehood
© Robert Herrick
Truth by her own simplicity is known,
Falsehood by varnish and vermilion.
Thanksgiving To God, For His House
© Robert Herrick
Lord, thou hast given me a cell,
Wherein to dwell;
The Punishment Of Loke
© Madison Julius Cawein
The gods of Asaheim, incensed with Loke,
A whirlwind yoked with thunder-footed steeds,
And, carried thus, boomed o'er the booming seas,
Far as the teeming wastes of Jotunheim,
To punish Loke for all his wily crimes.
The Camp Fire
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When night hung low and dew fell damp,
There fell athwart the shadows
The Weeds Counsel
© Bliss William Carman
SAID a traveller by the way
Pausing, "What hast thou to say,
Flower by the dusty road,
That would ease a mortal's load?"
To My Mother
© George Barker
She will not glance up at the bomber or condescend
To drop her gin and scuttle to a cellar,
But lean on the mahogany table like a mountain
Whom only faith can move, and so I send
O all her faith and all my love to tell her
That she will move from mourning into morning.
The Old Superb
© Sir Henry Newbolt
So Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain,
And "Ship ahoy!" a hundred times a day;
Round the world if need be, and round the world again,
With a lame duck lagging all the way.
The Gardener LXXIX: I Often Wonder
© Rabindranath Tagore
I often wonder where lie hidden
the boundaries of recognition between
The Passion Of Our Lady
© Charles Péguy
For the past three days she had been wandering, and following.
She followed the people.
Tennyson: In Lucem Transitus, October, 1892
© Henry Van Dyke
FROM the misty shores of midnight, touched with splendors of the moon,
To the singing tides of heaven, and the light more clear than noon,
Passed a soul that grew to music till it was with God in tune.
The German Students Love-Song
© Caroline Norton
By these, and by Love's power divine,
I have no thought but what is thine!
II.
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 19
© William Langland
That thow [have thyn askyng], as the lawe asketh
Omnia sunt tua ad defendendum set non ad deprehendendum.'
The viker hadde fer hoom, and faire took his leeve -
And I awakned therwith, and wroot as me mette.
To The Ladies Who Saw Me Crowned
© John Keats
WHAT is there in the universal Earth
More lovely than a Wreath from the bay tree?
The Swarm
© Sylvia Plath
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -
A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street.
Jealousy can open the blood,
It can make black roses.
Who are the shooting at?
To the Unknown Warrior
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
You whom the kings saluted; who refused not
The one great pleasure of ignoble days,
Fame without name and glory without gossip,
Whom no biographer befouls with praise.
The River.
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I am a river flowing from God's sea
Through devious ways. He mapped my course for me;
The People's Admiration For Duke Woo
© Confucius
The black robes well your form befit;
When they are worn we'll make you new.
The West A Glimmering Lake Of Light
© William Ernest Henley
The West a glimmering lake of light,
A dream of pearly weather,
