Poems begining by T
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The Ship That Found Herself
© Rudyard Kipling
We now, held in captivity,
Spring to our bondage nor grieve-
The Cyclamen
© Arlo Bates
OVER the plains where Persian hosts
Laid down their lives for glory
Flutter the cyclamens, like ghosts
That witness to their story.
Oh, fair! Oh, white! Oh, pure as snow!
On countless graves how sweet they grow!
Thomas The Pretender
© James Whitcomb Riley
Tommy's alluz playin' jokes,
An' actin' up, an' foolin' folks;
The Thought-Reader Of Angels
© Francis Bret Harte
We hev tumbled ez dust
Or ez worms of the yearth;
Wot we looked for hez bust!
We are objects of mirth!
They have played us--old Pards of the river!--they hev played us for
all we was worth!
The Meeting
© Katherine Mansfield
We started speaking,
Looked at each other, then turned away.
The tears kept rising to my eyes.
But I could not weep.
The Christmas Spirit
© Edgar Albert Guest
IT'S HO for the holly and laughter and kisses,
It "s ho for the mistletoe bough in the hall!
The Last Pity
© Arthur Symons
Now I have seen your face,
My tears are all for you.
Where are the lonely grace,
The pride, the lovely ways I knew?
The Boyes answer to the Blackmoor
© Henry King
Black Maid, complain not that I fly,
When Fate commands Antipathy:
Prodigious might that union prove,
Where Night and Day together move,
The Drums of Ages
© Henry Lawson
DRUMS of all thats right and wrongof love and hate and scorn,
And the new-born baby hears them and it wails when it is born.
Drums of all that is to be, and all that has gone by,
And we hear them when were dreaming, and we hear them while we die.
The Snow Storm
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
The Great soft downy snow storm like a cloak
Descends to wrap the lean world head to feet;
The Bird of Jesus
© Padraic Colum
Each had a bearing that was like a prince's,
Yet they were simple lads and had the kindness
Of our own folk lads simple and unknowing:
Then, afterwards, we went to visit them.
Thanksgiving
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
Let us give thanks to God above,
Thanks for expressions of His love,
Seen in the book of nature, grand
Taught by His love on every hand.
Tender Mercies
© Anna Laetitia Waring
Tender mercies, on my way
Falling softly like the dew,
Sent me freshly every day,
I will bless the Lord for you.
The Great River
© Henry Van Dyke
In la sua volontade è nostra pace.
O mighty river! strong, eternal Will,
Wherein the streams of human good and ill
Are onward swept, conflicting, to the sea!
The world is safe because it floats in Thee.
The Barren Fig-Tree
© John Newton
The church a garden is
In which believers stand,
Like ornamental trees
Planted by God's own hand:
His Spirit waters all their roots,
And every branch abounds with fruits.
The Assault
© Robert Nichols
A sudden thrill.
"Fix bayonets."
Gods! we have our fill
Of fear, hysteria, exultation, rage -
Rage to kill….
