Poems begining by T
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Two Pictures
© Anonymous
One was a child of beauty rare
With a cherub face and golden hair;
The lovely look whose radiant eyes
Filled the soul with thoughts of Paradise.
The Joy Of The Hills
© Edwin Markham
I ride on the hills, I forgive, I forget
Life's hoard of regret—
All the terror and pain
Of the chafing chain.
Grind on, O cities, grind;
I leave you a blur behind.
The River Of Sleep
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,
Curious isles without number.
We'll visit them all as we leisurely creep
Down the winding stream whose current is deep,
In our beautiful barge of Slumber.
The Innocent Thief
© William Cowper
Not a flower can be found in the fields,
Or the spot that we till for our pleasure,
From the largest to the least, but it yields
The bee never wearied a treasure.
The Two Ships
© Francis Bret Harte
As I stand by the cross on the lone mountain's crest,
Looking over the ultimate sea,
The Blessed Damozel
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The blessed damozel leaned out
From the gold bar of Heaven;
The Hares, A Fable.
© James Beattie
Mild was the morn, the sky serene,
The jolly hunting band convene,
The beagle's breast with ardour burns,
The bounding steed the champaign spurns,
And Fancy oft the game descries
Through the hound's nose, and huntsman's eyes.
The Old Farm
© Madison Julius Cawein
Dormered and verandaed, cool,
Locust-girdled, on the hill;
Stained with weather-wear, and dull-
Streak'd with lichens; every sill
Thresholding the beautiful;
The Posie
© George Herbert
Let wits contest,
And with their words and posies windows fill:
Lesse than the least
Of all thy mercies, is my posie still.
The Carpenter's Son
© Sara Teasdale
The summer dawn came over-soon,
The earth was like hot iron at noon
In Nazareth;
There fell no rain to ease the heat,
And dusk drew on with tired feet
And stifled breath.
The Magic Wand
© Ada Cambridge
As an April garden
Breathes the scent of rain-
Rain that calls her treasures
Back to life again-
So my spirit quickens to the opening strain.
To The Castle Ramparts
© William Michael Rossetti
Great clouds were arched abroad
Like angels' wings; returning beneath which,
I lingered homewards. All their forms had merged
And loosened when my walk was ended; and,
While yet I saw the sun a perfect disc,
There was the moon beginning in the sky.
Though All The World
© Alfred Austin
Though all the world should stand aside,
And leave you to your sorrow,
The Woddy Hollow
© William Barnes
If mem'ry, when our hope's a-gone,
Could bring us dreams to cheat us on,
The Dead Child
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Sleep on, dear, now
The last sleep and the best,
And on thy brow,
And on thy quiet breast
Violets I throw.
The Botanic Garden (Part VIII)
© Erasmus Darwin
"Sweet ECHO! sleeps thy vocal shell,
"Where this high arch o'erhangs the dell;
"While Tweed with sun-reflecting streams
"Chequers thy rocks with dancing beams?-
The springtime of Lovers has come
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The springtime of Lovers has come,
that this dust bowl may become a garden;
The Hunchback In The Park
© Dylan Thomas
The hunchback in the park
A solitary mister
Propped between trees and water
From the opening of the garden lock
That lets the trees and water enter
Until the Sunday sombre bell at dark
