Poems begining by T
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The Old Land And The Young Land
© Alfred Austin
The Young Land said, ``I have borne it long,
But can suffer it now no more;
I must end this endless inhuman wrong
Within hail of my own free shore.
So fling out the war-flag's folds, and let the righteous cannons roar!''
The Missed Train
© Thomas Hardy
How I was caught
Hieing home, after days of allure,
And driven to an innsmall, obscure
At the junction, fret-fraught!
Translation From Victor Hugo
© Frances Anne Kemble
Thou art like the bird that alights and sings
Though the frail spray bendsfor he knows he has wings.
Tenebrae
© Paul Celan
Handled already, Lord,
clawed and clawing as though
the body of each of us were
your body, Lord.
The Colored Soldiers
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
IF the muse were mine to tempt it
And my feeble voice were strong,
The Vote of Thanks Debate
© Henry Lawson
THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.
I couldnt chuck a chuckle at the foolery of Twain;
The Impenetrable
© Arthur Symons
I am of all men the most impenetrable.
Some say that I am cold as any stone.
To Lucasta, On Going To The Wars
© Richard Lovelace
TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
The City Of Darkness
© Madison Julius Cawein
Wide-walled it stands in heathen lands
Beside a mystic sea,
With streets strange-trod of many a god,
And templed blasphemy.
The Pine's Mystery
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LISTEN! the sombre foliage of the Pine,
A swart Gitana of the woodland trees,
Is answering what we may but half divine
To those soft whispers of the twilight breeze!
The Crowded Street
© William Cullen Bryant
Let me move slowly through the street,
Filled with an ever-shifting train,
Amid the sound of steps that beat
The murmuring walks like autumn rain.
The Shining Host
© Gabriela Mistral
In vain you try
To smother my song:
A million children
In chorus sing it
The Way To Make Friends
© Edgar Albert Guest
THE way to make friends is as easy
As breathing the fresh morning air;
The Shell
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
O little, whisp'ring, murm'ring shell, say cans't thou tell to me
Good news of any stately ship that sails upon the sea?
I press my ear, O little shell, against thy rosy lips;
Cans't tell me tales of those who go down to the sea in ships?
The Squatters Daughter
© Henry Lawson
OUT in the west, where runs are wide,
And days than ours are hotter,
Not very far from Lachlan Side
There dwelt a wealthy squatter.
The Princess (part 1)
© Alfred Tennyson
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,
Of temper amorous, as the first of May,
With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,
For on my cradle shone the Northern star.
The Old Player
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE curtain rose; in thunders long and loud
The galleries rung; the veteran actor bowed.
The Snows Of Spring
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O wailing gust, what hast thou brought with thee,
What sting of desolation? But an hour,
And brave was every shy new--opened flower
Smiling in sun beneath a budding tree.
