Poems begining by T
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The Wars and the Unknown Soldier
© Conrad Aiken
Under Osiris,
him of the Egyptian priests, Osynmandyas the King,
easward into Asia we passed, swarmed over Bactria,
three thousand years before Christ.
The Swans
© Amy Lowell
The swans float and float
Along the moat
Around the Bishop's garden,
And the white clouds push
Across a blue sky
With edges that seem to draw in and harden.
The Crown Of Empire
© George Essex Evans
Free is the wind that lashes into foam
The fortress waves that gird the Sea-Kings home
The Mystery Of Gilgal
© John Hay
The darkest, strangest mystery
I ever read, or heern, or see,
Is 'long of a drink at Taggart's Hall,--
Tom Taggart's of Gilgal.
The Aged Stranger
© Francis Bret Harte
"I was with Grant"--the stranger said;
Said the farmer, "Say no more,
But rest thee here at my cottage porch,
For thy feet are weary and sore."
The Bagpipe Who Didnt Say No
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
It was nine o'clock at midnight at a quarter after three
When a turtle met a bagpipe on the shoreside by the sea,
And the turtle said, "My dearie,
May I sit with you? I'm weary."
To My Dear Friend Mr. E[ldred] R[evett]. On His Poems Moral
© Richard Lovelace
Thus the repeated acts of Nestor's age,
That now had three times ore out-liv'd the stage,
And all those beams contracted into one,
Alcides in his cradle hath outdone.
Tu Me Quieres Blanca
© Alfonsina Storni
TU ME QUIERES alba,
Me quieres de espumas,
Me quieres de nácar.
Que sea azucena
The Factory Girl
© John Arthur Phillips
She wasn't the least bit pretty,
And only the least bit gay;
The Song of Ninian Melville
© Henry Kendall
Sing the song of noisy Ninny - hang the Muses - spit it out!
(Tuneful Nine ye needn't help me - poet knows his way about!)
The Australian Emigrant
© Henry Kendall
How dazzling the sunbeams awoke on the spray,
When Australia first rose in the distance away,
The Call Of The Woods
© Edgar Albert Guest
I must get out on the trails once more that wind through shadowy haunts and
cool,
Away from the presence of wall and door, and see myself in a crystal pool;
I must get out with the silent things, where neither laughter nor hate is
heard,
Where malice never the humblest stings and no one is hurt by a spoken word.
The Fruit Of Love's Desire.
© Robert Crawford
The fruit of love's desire is sweet
For any man and maid to eat.
However ripened in time's air,
No other can with it compare.
The Mill
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
WINDING and grinding
Round goes the mill:
Winding and grinding
Should never stand still.
The Dull Road
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's the dull road that leads to the gay road;
The practice that leads to success;
The work road that leads to the play road;
It is trouble that breeds happiness.
The Vampyre
© James Clerk Maxwell
Thair is a knichte rydis through the wood,
And a doughty knichte is tree,
The Shepherd's Week : Wednesday; or, The Dumps
© John Gay
Sparabella.
The wailings of a maiden I recite,
The Mother Faith
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little mother, life's adventure calls your boy away,
Yet he will return to you on some brighter day;
Dry your tears and cease to sigh, keep your mother smile,
Brave and strong he will come back in a little while.
The August Weeds
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I wandered between woods
On a grassy down, when still
Clouds hung after rain
Over hollow and hill;
