Poems begining by T
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To John Forbes, Esq.
© Helen Maria Williams
ON HIS BRINGING ME FLOWERS FROM VAUCLUSE, AND
WHICH HE HAD PRESERVED BY MEANS OF
AN INGENIOUS PROCESS IN THEIR
ORIGINAL BEAUTY.
The Search
© George Herbert
Whither, O, whither art thou fled,
My Lord, my Love?
My searches are my daily bread;
Yet never prove.
Thomas Winterbottom Hance
© William Schwenck Gilbert
IN all the towns and cities fair
On Merry England's broad expanse,
No swordsman ever could compare
With THOMAS WINTERBOTTOM HANCE.
The Storm
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
They say it is the wind in midnight skies
Loud shrieking past the window, that doth make
To My Heavenly Charmer
© Martha Sansom
My poor expecting Heart beats for thy Breast,
In ev'ry Pulse, and will not let me rest;
The Idiot Boy
© Rudyard Kipling
He wandered down the moutain grade
Beyond the speed assigned-
A youth whom Justice often stayed
And generally fined.
The Drowned Alive
© Charles Harpur
But what are these down in its bed
That trail so long and look so red,
Moving as in conscious sport?
Are they weeds of curious sort?
But Ill drive to them and see
Into all their mystery.
Toomai of the Elephants
© Rudyard Kipling
I will remember what I was. I am sick of rope and chain-
I will remember my old strength and all my forest-affairs.
I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugarcane.
I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs.
The golden journey
© William Vaughn Moody
All day he drowses by the sail
With dreams of her, and all night long
The Miracle
© Virna Sheard
Up from the templed city of the Jews,
The road ran straight and white
To Jericho, the City of the Palms,
The City of Delight.
The Khan's Devil
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Khan came from Bokhara town
To Hamza, santon of renown.
To Mrs. J.S. Blackie
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Dear Friend, once, in a dream, I, looking o'er
The Past, saw the Four Seasons slow advance
The Fight Worth While
© Edgar Albert Guest
fight worth while on this good old earth
Isn't the fight for a hoard of gold I
The Splendour And The Curse Of Song
© George Essex Evans
Methought the unknown God we seek in vain
Grew weary of the evil He had wrought
Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Twist me a crown of wind-flowers;
That I may fly away
The Worry-Chaser
© Edgar Albert Guest
COME here to me, little lassie of three,
And get in your place on your old daddy's knee,
Put those chubby arms round where they nightly belong
And cling to my neck, for the day has gone wrong
And I need you, I need you to scatter away
All the cares and the griefs of a troublesome day.
The Creed To Be.
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Our thoughts are molding unmade spheres,
And, like a blessing or a curse,
The Dance
© Rupert Brooke
As the Wind, and as the Wind,
In a corner of the way,
Goes stepping, stands twirling,
Invisibly, comes whirling,
Bows before, and skips behind,
In a grave, an endless play
The Red Indian
© Frances Anne Kemble
Rest, warrior, rest! thine hour is past,
Thy longest war-whoop, and thy last,
