Poems begining by T
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The Pig and the Rooster
© Clement Clarke Moore
Thus ended the strife, as does many a fight;
Each thought his foe wrong, and his own notions right.
Pig turn'd, with a grunt, to his mire anew,
And He-biddy, laughing, cried -- cock-a-doodle-doo.
The Preacher
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The impulse spread like the outward course
Of waters moved by a central force;
The tide of spiritual life rolled down
From inland mountains to seaboard town.
The Halcyon
© William Shenstone
Why o'er the verdant banks of Ouse
Does yonder Halcyon speed so fast?
'Tis all because she would not lose
Her favourite calm, that will not last.
To My Daughter
© Archibald Lampman
O little one, daughter, my dearest,
With your smiles and your beautiful curls,
And your laughter, the brightest and clearest,
O gravest and gayest of girls;
Taoist
© Kenneth Slessor
THOSE friends of Lao-Tzu, those wise old men
Dozing all day in lemon-silken robes,
With tomes of beaten jade spread knee to knee,
And pipe-stem, shining cold with silver, poised
The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 3950)
© Stephen Hawes
Of the merualyos argument bytwene Mars and fortune. Ca. xxvij.
3018 Besyde this toure of olde foundacyon
3019 There was a temple strongly edefyed
3020 To the hygh honoure and reputacyon
The North Sea -- Second Cycle
© Heinrich Heine
The waves are murmuring, the sea-gulls crying,
Wafts of old memories over me steal,
Old dreams long forgotten, old visions long vanished,
Sweet and torturing, rise from the deep..
The Oak
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Splendours of sunset burned upon the ground,
As from the lane's deep shade
Emerging, a warm grassy plat we found
Skirting the forest glade,
The Hunter's Indian Dove
© Charles Harpur
O then, by the artless tears that rise
Neath the downcast lids of her gleaming eyes
By the truthfully tender and touching grace
That boding passion then lends to her face
I swear, in the very wild spirit of love,
Never to leave her, my Indian dove!
The Burgomeister's Well
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
A peaceful spot, a little street,
So still between the double roar
The World
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE World is older than our earliest dates;
All thoughts, all feelings, all desires, all fates,
Were known and tested, long ere Adam's crime
Set the keen sword of flame at Eden-gates!
The Thraldom
© Abraham Cowley
I came, I saw, and was undone;
Lightning did through my bones and marrow run;
A pointed pain pierc'd deep my heart;
A swift cold trembling seiz'd on every part;
My head turn'd round, nor could it bear
The poison that was enter'd there.
Thanks
© Stephen Vincent Benet
For these my thanks, not that I eat or sleep,
Sweat or survive, but that at seventeen
The Ballad of Bouillabaisse
© William Makepeace Thackeray
A street there is in Paris famous,
For which no rhyme our language yields,
To Thee the tuneful Anthem soars
© Mather Byles
"To Thee the tuneful Anthem soars,
To Thee, our Father's God, and ours;
This Wilderness we chose our Seat:
To Rights secur'd by Equal Laws
From Persecution's Iron Claws,
We here have sought our calm Retreat.
The Boy Crusader.
© James Brunton Stephens
OH father, is that Jerusalem
Those walls and towers so strong?"
The Day of The Lord
© Charles Kingsley
The Day of the Lord is at hand, at hand:
Its storms roll up the sky:
Through The Valley
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
As I came through the Valley of Despair,
As I came through the valley, on my sight,
The Angel that presided o'er my birth
© William Blake
The Angel that presided o'er my birth
Said, "Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth,
"Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth."
