Poems begining by T
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Three Things
© Madison Julius Cawein
There are three things of Earth
That help us more
Than those of heavenly birth
That all implore--
Than Love or Faith or Hope,
For which we strive and grope.
The Sower
© Victor Marie Hugo
Sitting in a porchway cool,
Fades the ruddy sunlight fast,
Twilight hastens on to rule--
Working hours are wellnigh past
The Careless Good Fellow
© John Oldham
A pox of this fooling, and plotting of late,
What a pother, and stir has it kept in the state?
The Ballad Of Justifiable Homicide
© Franklin Pierce Adams
They brought to me his mangled corpse
And I feared lest I should swing.
"O tell me, tell me,-and make it brief-
Why hast thou done this thing?
The Golden Flower
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WHEN Advent dawns with lessening days,
While earth awaits the angels' hymn;
The Babylonian Captivity
© Charles Harpur
By far Euphrates stream we state,
A weary band of herded slaves,
And over Judahs fallen estate
We wept into the passing waves.
To The Thirty-Ninth Congress
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O PEOPLE-CHOSEN! are ye not
Likewise the chosen of the Lord,
To do His will and speak His word?
From the loud thunder-storm of war
The Parting Day
© Edith Wharton
SOME busy hands have brought to light,
And laid beneath my eye,
The dress I wore that afternoon
You came to say good-by.
The Khaki Boys Who Were Not At The Front
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Oh! it is not just the men who face the guns,
Not the fighters at the Front alone, to-day
Who will bring the longed-for close to the bloody fray, for those
Could not carry on that fray without the ones
Who are working at war's problems far away.
The Bard Of Breffney
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Withered with years and broken by Time's play
I still do live, who only seek to lay
The Fanatic
© James Baker
My ears will be of service,
Listening to all your whispers.
Take me forth to your light,
Send my body to shivers.
To-Morrow
© Henry Lawson
When youre suffering hard for your sins, old man,
When you wake to trouble and sleep ill
The Dear Brown Head
© Katharine Tynan
Only an hour ago we were fearful for you,
Knowing the death and the darkness behind and before you.
Years ago it might be since we were afraid.
Nothing can harm you now, O dear brown head!
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =First Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
MAR. We know that you are not a theologian but a philosopher, and that
you treat of philosophy and not of theology.
To His Wife
© Daniel Henry Deniehy
O Pure of soul, and fond and deep of heart
For those who darkened be,
To Introduce Myself
© Stéphane Mallarme
To introduce myself to your story
Its as the frightened hero
If he touched with naked toe
A blade of territory
The Child Of The Islands - Spring
© Caroline Norton
I.
WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head:
White tufted Guelder-roses, showering down
Tuesday In Whitsun-Week
© John Keble
"Lord, in Thy field I work all day,
I read, I teach, I warn, I pray,
And yet these wilful wandering sheep
Within Thy fold I cannot keep.
The Last Fence
© William Henry Ogilvie
When the last fence looms up, I am ready
And I hope when the rails of it crack
