Poems begining by T
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To W. Hohenzollern, On Resuming The Conning Tower
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Well William, since I wrote you long ago-
As I recall, one cool October morning-
(I have The Tribune files. They clearly show
I gave you warning).
The Old Pole Star
© Edith Wharton
BEFORE the clepsydra had bound the days
Man tethered Change to his fixed star, and said:
"The elder races, that long since are dead,
Marched by that light; it swerves not from its base
Though all the worlds about it wax and fade."
To Rutherford Birchard Hayes
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
How to address him? awkward, it is true
Call him "Great Father," as the Red Men do?
Borrow some title? this is not the place
That christens men Your Highness and Your Grace;
We tried such names as these awhile, you know,
But left them off a century ago.
The Battle Of Stamford Bridge
© Robert Laurence Binyon
``Haste thee, Harold, haste thee North!
Norway ships in Humber crowd.
Tall Hardrada, Sigurd' son,
For thy ruin this hath done--
England for his own hath vowed.
The Loving Tree
© John Shaw Neilson
Three women walked upon a road,
And the first said airily,
Of all the trees in all the world
Which is the loving tree?
The Peevish Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
When he has suffered honest woe,
I do not mind the man who grieves,
But I hate him who stubs his toe
And straightway gets a case of " peeves."
The Garden Of Adonis
© Emma Lazarus
(The Garden of Life in Spenser's "Faerie Queene.")
IT is no fabled garden in the skies,
But bloometh here this is no world of death;
And nothing that once liveth, ever dies,
The Whirligig Of Time
© Edith Nesbit
Before your feet,
My love, my sweet,
Behold! your slave bows down;
And in his hands
From other lands
Brings you another crown.
The Story of Fidgety Philip
© Heinrich Hoffmann
"Let me see if Philip can
Be a little gentleman;
Let me see if he is able
To sit still for once at table:"
The Onlooker
© Edith Nesbit
If I could make a pillow for your head,
Soft, pleasant, filled with every pretty thought;
If I could lay a carpet where you tread
Of all my life's most radiant fancies wrought,
And spread my love as canopy above you,
Your sleep, your steps should know how much I love you.
The Death of a Soldier
© Wallace Stevens
Life contracts and death is expected,
As in season of autumn.
The soldier falls.
The Naval Reserve
© Evelyn Underhill
From the undiscovered deep
Where the blessed lie at ease --
Since the ancient navies keep
Empire of the heavenly seas --
Back they come, the mighty dead,
Quick to serve where they have led.
The Ape
© Charles Lamb
An Ape is but a trivial beast,
Men count it light and vain;
But I would let them have their thoughts,
To have my Ape again.
The Song Of The Cicadas
© Roderic Quinn
Green Cicadas, Black cicadas,
happy in the gracious weather
Floury-bakers, double-drummers
all as one and all together--
how they voice the bygone summers!
The Window of Vulnerability
© Ken Smith
Sure today it could come in a fast plane
named perhaps for the pilot's mother,
the city ends in a smear in the road
and that in a child's shoe. No one
To The Honourable Mrs. Percival.
© Mary Barber
Then let good Heav'n withhold, or grant Success,
Add to a Weight of Cares, or make it less;
By you protected, I no more repine:
How few can boast an Happiness like mine!
A Bliss so great can Wealth, or Pow'r, impart,
As one fix'd Friend, with such a Head, and Heart?
