Poems begining by T
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The Stallion
© William Henry Ogilvie
Beside the dusty road he steps at ease;
His great head bending to the stallion-bar,
Now lifted, now flung downward to his knees,
Tossing the forelock from his forehead star;
Champing the while his heavy bit in pride
And flecking foam upon his flank and side.
The Murrumbidgee Shearer
© Anonymous
Come, all you jolly natives, and I'll relate to you
Some of my observations - adventures, too, a few.
I've travelled about the country for miles full many a score,
And oft-times would have hungered, but for the cheek I bore.
The Mothers Last Watch
© Caroline Norton
Written on the occasion of the death of the infant daughter of Her Grace the Duchess of Sutherland.
I.
HARK, through the proudly decorated halls,
How strangely sounds the voice of bitter woe,
The Ideal Husband To His Wife
© Sam Walter Foss
We've lived for forty years, dear wife,
And walked together side by side,
The Making Up
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Little Miss Margaret sits in a pout,
She and her Dolly have just fallen out.
The Cambridge Churchyard
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Our ancient church! its lowly tower,
Beneath the loftier spire,
To the Spirit of Music
© Henry Kendall
How sweet is wandering where the west
Is full of thee, what time the morn
Looks from his halls of rosy rest
Across green miles of gleaming corn!
To S.M. a Young African Painter
© Phillis Wheatley
To show the lab'ring bosom's deep intent,
And thought in living characters to paint,
The Rude Wind Is Singing
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The rude wind is singing
The dirge of the music dead;
The cold worms are clinging
Where kisses were lately fed.
The Labourer In The Vineyard
© Stephen Spender
Through torn spaces between spearing leaves
The lake glows with waters combed sideways,
And climbing up to reach the vine-spire vanes
The mountain crests beyond the far shore
Paint their sky of glass with rocks and snow.
The Inhuman Wolf And The Lamb Sans Gene
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
A gaunt and relentless wolf, possessed
Of a quite insatiable thirst,
Once paused at a stream to drink and rest,
And found that, bound on a similar quest,
A lamb had arrived there first.
To The Sole Concern
© Stéphane Mallarme
To the sole concern in voyaging
Beyond an India dark and splendid
Let it be times message, this greeting
Cape that your stern doubled
The Chase.
© Robert Crawford
There is in us a hue and cry,
The hart of Life is up;
But when the chase is done, we'll lie
Where we with Death shall sup.
The Bad Squire
© Charles Kingsley
The merry brown hares came leaping
Over the crest of the hill,
Where the clover and corn lay sleeping
Under the moonlight still.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VIII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
V The Praise of Love
Spirit of Knowledge, grant me this:
A simple heart and subtle wit
To praise the thing whose praise it is
That all which can be praised is it.
Translation Of A Latin Poem
© William Lisle Bowles
BY THE REV. NEWTON OGLE, DEAN OF MANCHESTER.
Oh thou, that prattling on thy pebbled way
The Immortal Residue Inscription for my verse
© Adelaide Crapsey
Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look
In the pages of my book;
