Poems begining by T
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The Quarrel
© Madison Julius Cawein
Then were I wise to know how grew
This star-stained miracle of blue,
How God makes wild flowers out of dew.
The First Part: Sonnet 5 - How that vast heaven intitled First is roll'd,
© William Henry Drummond
How that vast heaven intitled First is roll'd,
If any other worlds beyond it lie,
The Blackest Lie
© Jessie Pope
(The Frankfurter Zeitung states that Belgium intrigued with England and France to drag Germany into war.)
BIG bully Belgium,
Thought's Garden.
© Robert Crawford
I have within Thought's garden sat
And played with this sweet flower and that,
And touched my lute till each soft string
Was tuned to Love's remembering.
The Call
© George Meredith
Under what spell are we debased
By fears for our inviolate Isle,
Whose record is of dangers faced
And flung to heel with even smile?
Is it a vaster force, a subtler guile?
Testing The Bomb
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Oh they're testing the bomb as I'm singing this song
They say not to worry cause nothing can go wrong
They're testing the bomb as I'm singing this song
They say not to worry cause nothing can
The Observant "Eldest" Speaks
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"PA vows that all gluttony's wicked;
He's always for docking my meat,
And ne'er at dessert will he give me
Enough of what's racy and sweet:
The Heroins Or Cupid Punishd Transl: From Ausonius.
© Thomas Parnell
In airy fields ye fields of bliss below
Where woods of Myrtle sett by Maro grow
Where grass beneath & shade diffusd above
Refresh the feavour of distracted Love
There at a solemn tide ye Beautys slain
By tender passion act their fates again
To Henry
© Amelia Opie
Think not, while fairer nymphs invite
Thy feet, dear youth, to Pleasure's bowers,
My faded form shall meet thy sight,
And cloud my Henry's smiling hours.
Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked?
© Pablo Neruda
Is there anything in the world sadder
Than a train standing in the rain?.
"Turn on your side and bear the day to me"
© George Barker
Turn on your side and bear the day to me
Beloved, sceptre-struck, immured
The Old Yaller Slicker
© Arthur Chapman
The old yaller slicker's the cowpuncher's friend-
His saddle is never without it-
It's rolled in a bundle and tied at each end,
But it's ready for service, don't doubt it.
The Wife Of Brittany
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
TRUTH wed to beauty in an antique tale,
Sweet-voiced like some immortal nightingale,
Trills the clear burden of her passsionate lay,
As fresh, as fair as wonderful to-day
As when the music of her balmy tongue
Ravished the first warm hearts for whom she sung.
The Coming of the Wind
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
An hour agone, and prostrate Nature lay
Like some sore-smitten creature nigh to death,
The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion
© Caroline Norton
I.
MY lay is ended! closed the circling year,
From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night;
The moan of sorrow, and the sigh of fear,
The Legend Of Lady Gertrude
© Ada Cambridge
E'en till the woods and hamlets down below,
And summer meadows, were all broad and clear;
The river, moving statelily and slow,
A crimson ribbon in the sunset glow-
The dim, white, distant city strangely near.
The Hermit
© James Beattie
At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
The Aeneid (excerpts)
© Gavin Douglas
THE FIRST BUIK OF ENEADOSCAP. XII
Eneas first excusis him, and syne
Addressis to rehers Troys rwyne.
The Widow Gordon's Petition
© Mary Barber
Weary'd with long Attendance on the Court,
You, Madam, are the Wretch's last Resort.
Eternal King! if here in vain I cry,
Where shall the Fatherless and Widow fly?
