Poems begining by T
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The Wind-Harp
© James Russell Lowell
I treasure in secret some long, fine hair
Of tenderest brown, but so inwardly golden
To An Unfortunate Woman, Whom The Author Had Known In The Days Of Her Innocence
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Myrtle leaf, that ill besped
Pinest in the gladsome ray,
Soiled beneath the common tread
Far from thy protecting spray!
The King Of Denmark's Sons
© William Morris
In Denmark gone is many a year,
So fair upriseth the rim of the sun,
Two sons of Gorm the King there were,
So grey is the sea when day is done.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
IN ANNIVERSARIO MORTIS
If I can bring no tribute of fresh tears
To mingle with the dust which covers thee;
If in this latest dawn of evil years
The Memorial Pillar
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Hast thou thro' Eden's wild-wood vales, pursued
Each mountain-scene, magnificently rude,
Nor with attention's lifted eye, revered
That modest stone, by pious Pembroke rear'd,
Which still records, beyond the pencil's power,
The silent sorrows of a parting hour? ~ ROGERS.
To Rosemary, On The Methods By Which She Might Become An Angel
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Not where the sober sisters, grave as willows,
Walk like old twilights by the jasper sea,
Nor where the plump hunt of cherubs holly-hilloes
Chasing their ruddy fox, the sun, you'll be!
To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First Born Child
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Young mother! proudly throbs thine heart, and well may it rejoice,
Well mayst thou raise to Heaven above in grateful prayer thy voice:
A gift hath been bestowed on thee, a gift of priceless worth,
Far dearer to thy womans heart than all the wealth of earth.
The Vampire
© Madison Julius Cawein
A lily in a twilight place?
A moonflow'r in the lonely night?--
Strange beauty of a woman's face
Of wildflow'r-white!
The Guides At Cabul
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Sons of the Island race, wherever ye dwell,
Who speak of your fathers' battles with lips that burn,
The Past
© Charles Harpur
And hope herself admits: To thee
But a darkening scene
Only slow days of care and doubt,
Only a dreary lengthening out,
Of what this later past hath been.
The Test of Loveis Death
© Emily Dickinson
The Test of Loveis Death
Our Lord"so loved"it saith
What Largest Loverhath
Anotherdoth
The Columbiad: Book III
© Joel Barlow
His eldest hope, young Rocha, at his call,
Resigns his charge within the temple wall;
In whom began, with reverend forms of awe,
The functions grave of priesthood and of law,
The Impecunious Fop
© Joseph Hall
See'st thou how gaily my young master goes,
Vaunting himself upon his rising toes;
To The Memory Of Thomas Shipley
© John Greenleaf Whittier
GONE to thy Heavenly Father's rest!
The flowers of Eden round thee blowing,
And on thine ear the murmurs blest
Of Siloa's waters softly flowing!
The Boy Out Of Church
© Robert Graves
As Jesus and his followers
Upon a Sabbath morn
Were walking by a wheat field
They plucked the ears of corn.
The Lemmings
© John Masefield
Once in a hundred years the Lemmings come
Westward, in search of food, over the snow;
The Old Days
© Edgar Albert Guest
WHEN I was but a little tad I used to hear my dear old dad
Tell friends about the good old days forever gone from him;
The Desecraters
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Witness all: that unrepenting,
Feathers flying, music high,
I go down to death unshaken
By your mean philosophy.
