Poems begining by T
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To Fortune
© James Thomson
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love,
And when we meet a mutual heart
Come in between, and bid us part;
The Times Are Tidy
© Sylvia Plath
Unlucky the hero born
In this province of the stuck record
Where the most watchful cooks go jobless
And the mayor's rôtisserie turns
Round of its own accord.
The Toll-Mans Daughter
© Madison Julius Cawein
Once more the June with her great moon
Poured harvest o'er the golden fields;
The Rhyme Of Triangular Tommy
© Carolyn Wells
Triangular Tilly went smilingly by,
With a glance that was friendly, but just a bit shy.
And Tom so admired her that after she passed,
A backward look over his shoulder he cast.
And he said, "Though I think many girls are but silly,
I really admire that Triangular Tilly."
The Lady of the Lake: Canto VI. - The Guardroom
© Sir Walter Scott
Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule
Laid a swinging long curse on the bonny brown bowl,
That there 's wrath and despair in the jolly black-jack,
And the seven deadly sins in a flagon of sack;
Yet whoop, Barnaby! off with thy liquor,
Drink upsees out, and a fig for the vicar!
The Confederate Flags
© Ambrose Bierce
Tut-tut! give back the flags - how can you care,
You veterans and heroes?
The Song Of Israfel
© Marian Osborne
['And the angel Israfel, whose heart-strings are a lute, and who has the sweetest voice of all God's creatures.'Koran.]
FAIR Israfel, the sweetest singer of Heaven,
The Two Locks Of Hair. From The German Of Pfeizer
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Youth, light-hearted and content,
I wander through the world
Here, Arab-like, is pitched my tent
And straight again is furled.
The Moonmen
© Madison Julius Cawein
I stood in the forest on HURON HILL
When the night was old and the world was still.
Tom Deadlight
© Herman Melville
Farewell and adieu to you noble hearties,--
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain,
For I've received orders for to sail for the
Deadman,
But hope with the grand fleet to see you
again.
To Aunt Rose
© Allen Ginsberg
Aunt Rose
Hitler is dead, Hitler is in Eternity; Hitler is with
Tamburlane and Emily Brontë
The Oak Of Guernica Supposed Address To The Same
© William Wordsworth
OAK of Guernica! Tree of holier power
Than that which in Dodona did enshrine
(So faith too fondly deemed) a voice divine
Heard from the depths of its aerial bower--
The Sum
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
A little dreaming by the way,
A little toiling day by day;
A little pain, a little strife,
A little joy,--and that is life.
The Lame Brother
© Charles Lamb
My parents sleep both in one grave;
My only friend's a brother.
The dearest things upon the earth
We are to one another.
To Helen - 1831
© Edgar Allan Poe
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
The Sun
© Charles Baudelaire
Through the streets where at windows of old houses
the persian blinds hide secret luxuries,
when the cruel sun strikes with redoubled fury
on the roofs and fields, the meadows and city,
Twenty Gallons of Sleep
© Agnes Louise Storrie
MEASURE me out from the fathomless tun
That somewhere or other you keep
