Poems begining by T
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To Giovanni Battista Manso, Marquis of Villa. (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
These verses also to thy praise the Nine
Oh Manso! happy in that theme design,
The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers
© Herman Melville
He toned the sprightly beam of morning
With twilight meek of tender eve,
The Lover Urges The Better Thrift
© Alice Meynell
Hide then within my heart, O hide
All thou art loth should go from thee.
Be kinder to thyself and me.
My cupful from this river's tide
Shall never reach the long sad sea.
Three Memorial Poems
© James Russell Lowell
'Coscienza fusca
O della propria o dell' altrui vergogna
Pur sentira la tua parola brusca.'
The Dying Bondman
© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
But our faithful martyr hero
Through a fiery pathway trod,
Till he laid his valiant spirit
On the bosom of his God.
The Queen of Fairy Land
© Rudyard Kipling
"I have a thousand men," said he,
"To wait upon my will;
And towers nine upon the Tyne,
And three upon the Till."
The Kindergarten Miss
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little kindergarten miss,
Source of all my joy and bliss,
The Portent
© Rudyard Kipling
Oh, late withdrawn from human-kind
And following dreams we never knew!
Varus, what dream has Fate assigned
To trouble you?
The Inward Warfare
© John Newton
Strange and mysterious is my life,
What opposites I feel within!
A stable peace, a constant strife,
The rule of grace, the pow'r of sin:
Too often I am captive led,
Yet daily triumph in my Head.
The Evening Quatrains
© Charles Cotton
THE Day's grown old, the fainting Sun
Has but a little way to run,
The Horseman
© William Henry Ogilvie
My song is of the Horseman who woke the world's unrest,
To slake a king's ambition or serve a maid's behest;
Who bore aloft, the love-gage and reaped the rich reward;
Who swayed the purple banner and swung the golden sword!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Musician's Tale; The Ballad of Carmilhan - I.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At Stralsund, by the Baltic Sea,
Within the sandy bar,
At sunset of a summer's day,
Ready for sea, at anchor lay
The good ship Valdemar.
To One Who Pleaded For Candour In Love
© Edith Nesbit
HERE is the dim enchanted wood
Your face, a mystery divine,
But half revealed, half understood,
Appears the counterpart of mine.
To The Rt. Hon. Charlotte Lady Conway, On Her Resolving To Leave Bath.
© Mary Barber
O Charlotte, truly pious, early wise!
The Pleasures sought by others, you despise:
Nor Bath, nor Bath's Allurements thee detain;
Unmov'd, you quit them to the Gay and Vain.
The Bonny Brown Hand
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
OH, drearily, how drearily, the sombre eve comes down!
And wearily, how wearily, the seaward breezes blow!
But place your little hand in mine--so dainty, yet so brown!
For household toil hath worn away its rosy-tinted snow:
The Dreamer
© Leon Gellert
He lay within a neat white-sheeted bed,
And stared at distance with his wide young eyes:-
The Pimlico Pavilion
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Ye pathrons of janius, Minerva and Vanius,
Who sit on Parnassus, that mountain of snow,
Descind from your station and make observation
Of the Prince's pavilion in sweet Pimlico.
The Battle of Sempach
© Sir Walter Scott
'Twas when among our linden-trees
The bees had housed in swarms,
(And grey-hair'd peasants say that these
Betoken foreign arms),
