Poems begining by T
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The Rivals; Or The Showman's Ruse
© James Whitcomb Riley
TOMMY (to JOHNNY).
Guess 'at Billy haint got back,--
Can't see nothin' through the crack---
Can't hear nothin' neither--No!
. . . Thinks he's got the dandy show,
Don't he?
The Ancient Printman
© James Whitcomb Riley
"O Printerman of sallow face,
And look of absent guile,
Is it the 'copy' on your 'case'
That causes you to smile?
Or is it some old treasure scrap
You cull from Memory's file?
The Waggoner - Canto Second
© William Wordsworth
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,
Had, with its belfry's humble stock,
A little pair that hang in air,
The Star And The Water-Lily
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE sun stepped down from his golden throne.
And lay in the silent sea,
The Dream Fairy
© Thomas Hood
A little fairy comes at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown
with silver spots upon her wings,
And from the moon she flutters down.
The Retirement Of Mars
© Leon Gellert
He pauses on his way, and gazing back
across the desert ways of splintered steel
recalls the noon, and sees his weary track,
and sees the bloody imprint of his heel.
To a Portrait, Painted by the Late G.S. Newton, Esq.
© Alaric Alexander Watts
TO A PORTRAIT. PAINTED BY THE LATE G. S. NEWTON, ESQ., R.A., FROM AN OLD MINIATURE, SAID TO BE OF NELL GWYNN.
Beautiful and radiant girl!
The Song Of Hiawatha XII: The Son Of The Evening Star
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Can it be the sun descending
O'er the level plain of water?
The Close Of The Session
© Robert Fuller Murray
The Session's over. We must say farewell
To these east winds and to this eastern sea,
For summer comes, with swallow and with bee,
With many a flower and many a golfing swell.
The Old Trundle-Bed
© James Whitcomb Riley
O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a boy!
What canopied king might not covet the joy?
The Library
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"Let there be light!" God spake of old,
And over chaos dark and cold,
And through the dead and formless frame
Of nature, life and order came.
The Deer Enclosure
© Wang Wei
Meet no one on the empty mountain.
Hear only echoes of mens voices.
Light falls through the deep wood,
Shines softly on the green moss.
The Water Witch
© Madison Julius Cawein
See! the milk-white doe is wounded.
He will follow as it bounds
The Vision of the Rock
© Charles Harpur
I SATE upon a lonely peak,
A backwood rivers course to view,
The Song against Grocers
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
God made the wicked Grocer
For a mystery and a sign,
The Bonny Earl of Murray
© Thomas Percy
Ye highlands, and ye lawlands,
Oh! whair hae ye been?
They hae slaine the earl of Murray,
And hae layd him on the green.
The Coming Of War: Actaeon
© Ezra Pound
An image of Lethe,
and the fields
Full of faint light
but golden,
Gray cliffs,
and beneath them
The Web Of Eros
© Dame Edith Sitwell
Within your magic web of hair, lies furled
The fire and splendour of the ancient world;
The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair;
The songs that turned to gold the evening air
