Poems begining by T
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The Wish.
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Should some great angel say to me tomorrow,
"Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the start,
The Old Song
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
When I was a young lad of happy sixteen
There came to my window the Cushla-mo chree,
The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 4920)
© Stephen Hawes
The copy of the letter. Ca. xxxi.
3951 Right gentyll herte of grene flourynge age
3952 The sterre of beaute and of famous porte
3953 Consyder well that your lusty courage
The Song Of Hiawatha XXII: Hiawatha's Departure
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O'er the water floating, flying,
Something in the hazy distance,
Something in the mists of morning,
Loomed and lifted from the water,
Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,
Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.
The National Paintings
© Joseph Rodman Drake
Awake,ye forms of verse divine!
Painting! descend on canvas wing,
The Cloud Chorus
© Aristophanes
SOCRATES SPEAKS
Hither, come hither, ye Clouds renowned, and unveil yourselves
The Gleaners.
© Robert Crawford
They sang, that were the young world's gleaners,
Like birds on a bough,
Reaping the first-fruits of love's sowing;
The reapers now
The Word Quick And Powerful
© John Newton
The word of Christ, our Lord,
With whom we have to do;
Is sharper than a two-edged sword,
To pierce the sinner through.
The Torrent
© Mathilde Blind
OH torrent, roaring in thy giant fall,
And thund'ring grandly o'er th' opposing blocks,
The Emperor's Glove. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On St. Bavon's tower, commanding
Half of Flanders, his domain,
Charles the Emperor once was standing,
While beneath him on the landing
Stood Duke Alva and his train.
The Blessed Day
© Louisa May Alcott
"What shall little children bring
On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day?
The Spaewife
© Robert Louis Stevenson
OH, I wad like to kento the beggar-wife says I
Why chops are guid to brander and nane sae guid to fry.
The Verdicts [Jutland]
© Rudyard Kipling
Not in the thick of the fight,
Not in the press of the odds,
Do the heroes come to their height,
Or we know the demi-gods.
The Ladys Lament
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Never happy any more!
Aye, turn the saying o'er and o'er,
The Great Mercy
© Katharine Tynan
Betwixt the saddle and the ground
Was mercy sought and mercy found.
Yea, in the twinkling of an eye,
He cried; and Thou hast heard his cry.
The Bus
© Arun Kolatkar
the tarpaulin flaps are buttoned down
on the windows of the state transport bus.
all the way up to jejuri.
The Dancers Reward
© Arthur Symons
The anguish of an intant: her reward,
Salome's, who has danced the dance of Death.
