Poems begining by T
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The Battle Of The Nile
© William Lisle Bowles
Shout! for the Lord hath triumphed gloriously!
Upon the shores of that renowned land,
To The Author Of 'Hesperides
© William Allingham
Hayrick some do spell thy name,
And thy verse approves the same;
For 'tis like fresh-scented hay,--
With country lasses in't at play.
The Mermaid
© Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom
Leaving the sea, the pale moon lights the strand.
Tracing old runes, a youth inscribes the sand.
And by the rune-ring waits a woman fair,
Down to her feet extends her dripping hair.
The Summer Argument
© Edgar Albert Guest
SHE wants to go unto the shore,
And pack her trunk
With gowns no one has seen before,
And all such junk.
The Peonage System
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
The religious wars of Europe have been numbered with the past,
But a worse thing, bright America with clouds has overcast,
'Tis the heinous contract system that plantation life contains,
Worse than slavery's conditions in a land where freedom reigns.
The Hillside Cot
© William Ellery Channing
And here the hermit sat, and told his beads,
And stroked his flowing locks, red as the fire,
The Magnetic Lady To Her Patient
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
'Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain;
My hand is on thy brow,
My spirit on thy brain;
To The Spade Of A Friend (An Agriculturist)
© William Wordsworth
SPADE! with which Wilkinson hath tilled his lands,
And shaped these pleasant walks by Emont's side,
Thou art a tool of honour in my hands;
I press thee, through the yielding soil, with pride.
Two Songs
© Francis Ledwidge
I will come no more awhile,
Song-time is over.
A fire is burning in my heart,
I was ever a rover.
The Distant Drum
© Henry Lawson
Republicans! the time is coming!
Listen to the distant drumming!
Hearken to the whispers humming
In the troubled atmosphere.
The Sun Hath Twice
© Henry Howard
The sun hath twice brought forth the tender green,
And clad the earth in lively lustiness;
Telling the Bees: (For Edward Tennant)
© Katharine Tynan
Tell it to the bees, lest they
Umbrage take and fly away,
That the dearest boy is dead,
Who went singing, blithe and dear,
By the golden hives last year.
Curly-head, ah, curly-head!
The Water-Course
© George Herbert
Thou who dost dwell and linger here below,
Since the condition of this world is frail,
Where of all plants afflictions soonest grow;
If troubles overtake thee, do not wail:
The Old Camp Fire
© Francis Bret Harte
Now shift the blanket pad before your saddle back you fling,
And draw your cinch up tighter till the sweat drops from the ring:
We've a dozen miles to cover ere we reach the next divide.
Our limbs are stiffer now than when we first set out to ride,
And worse, the horses know it, and feel the leg-grip tire,
Since in the days when, long ago, we sought the old camp-fire.
To the Temple I Repair
© James Montgomery
To Thy temple I repair;
Lord, I love to worship there
When within the veil I meet
Christ before the mercy seat.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto VII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Joy and Use
The Daisies
© Edith Nesbit
In the great green park with the wooden palings -
The wooden palings so hard to climb,
To Doctor Lang
© Charles Harpur
Little, perhaps, thou valuest verse of mine
Little hast read of what my hand has wrought,
The Barcoo
© Henry Kendall
From the runs of the Narran, wide-dotted with sheep,
And loud with the lowing of cattle,
