Poems begining by T
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The Lure
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The long road lures across the hill,
Divides the brown fields and the green,
And curves, and dips, and climbing still
Gleams over into lands unseen.
The Return Of Peace
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
They could not quell the grieved and shuddering air,
That breathed about me its forlorn despair:
It almost seemed as if stern Triumph sped
To one whose hopes were dead,
And flaunting there his fortune's ruddier grace,
Smote--with a taunt--wan Misery in the face!
The Baptism
© France Preseren
(an excerpt from the epic The Baptism at The Savica)
The warring clouds have vanished from the skies;
The Beginnings
© Rudyard Kipling
It was not part of their blood,
It came to them very late
With long arrears to make good,
When the English began to hate.
The Sailor's Grave at Clo-oose, V.I.
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
And watch for the deep-sea liner climbing
Out of the bright West,
With a salmon-sky and her wake shining
Like a tern's breast, -
The Better Lot
© Madison Julius Cawein
Her life was bound to crutches: pale and bent,
But smiling ever, she would go and come:
For of her soul GOD made an instrument
Of strength and comfort to an humble home.
The Master said
© Confucius
The Master said,
"It is by the Odes that the mind is aroused."
It is by the Rules of Propriety that the character is established.
"It is from Music that the finish is received."
The Voice of the Negro
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
All ye nations, pause a moment! listen to the Negro's voice,
Coming up from all vocations where his life has made a choice!
Listen to each rank or station, as you cross the sea of time,
It is heard in ev'ry nation, any race and ev'ry clime.
The Dancer by David Tucker: American Life in Poetry #63 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Remember those Degas paintings of the ballet dancers? Here is a similar figure study, in muted color, but in this instance made of words, not pigment. As this poem by David Tucker closes, I can feel myself holding my breath as if to help the dancer hold her position.
The Dancer
To An Old Schoolhouse
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
Down by the end of the lane it stands,
Where the sumac grows in a crimson thatch,
The Origin of the Sail
© Amelia Opie
"Sweet maid! on whom my wishes rest,
My morning thought, my midnight dream,
O grant Lysander's fond request,
And let those eyes with mercy beam!
The Purple Valleys
© Madison Julius Cawein
Far in the purple valleys of illusion
I see her waiting, like the soul of music,
The Road Builder
© Edgar Albert Guest
I DO not care for garments fine,
I do not care for medals bright;
The Visit Of Mahmoud Ben Suleim To Paradise
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Perchance the past of man--and thence to draw
From far experience, sanctified by awe
Of God's mysterious ways, some hint to tell
Who of the dead in heaven and who in hell
Dwelt now in endless bliss or endless bale.
The Song Of Hiawatha: Introduction And Vocabulary
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
If still further you should ask me,
Saying, "Who was Nawadaha?
Tell us of this Nawadaha,"
I should answer your inquiries
Straightway in such words as follow.
The Veery
© Henry Van Dyke
THE MOONBEAMS over Arnos vale in silver flood were pouring,
When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring.
The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard
© Alfred Tennyson
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;
To A Lady, Who Presented To The Author A Lock Of Hair Braided With His Own, And Appointed A Night In
© George Gordon Byron
These locks, which fondly thus entwine,
In firmer chains our hearts confine
Than all th' unmeaning protestations
Which swell with nonsense love orations.
The Pessimist.
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Thepessimistic locust, last to leaf,
Though all the world is glad, still talks of grief.
