Poems begining by T
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The Bull
© Judith Wright
In the olive darkness of the sally-trees
silently moved the air from night to day.
The summer-grass was thick with honey daisies
where he, a curled god, a red Jupiter,
heavy with power among his women lay.
Thought-Magnets
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
With each strong thought, with every earnest longing
For aught thou deemest needful to thy soul,
The Alps at Day-break
© Samuel Rogers
The sun-beams streak the azure skies,
And line with light the mountain's brow:
With hounds and horns the hunters rise,
And chase the roebuck thro' the snow.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude III.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"What was the end? I am ashamed
Not to remember Reynard's fate;
To A New-Born Child
© William Cosmo Monkhouse
Small traveler from an unseen shore,
By mortal eye ne'er seen before,
To you, good-morrow.
You are as fair a little dame
As ever from a glad world came
To one of sorrow.
To a Millionaire
© Archibald Lampman
The world in gloom and splendour passes by,
And thou in the midst of it with brows that gleam,
A creature of that old distorted dream
That makes the sound of life an evil cry.
The Moon At The Fortified Pass
© Li Po
The bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven
In an infinite haze of cloud and sea,
And the wind, that has come a thousand miles,
Beats at the Jade Pass battlements....
The Presence
© Jones Very
I sit within my room, and joy to find
That Thou who always lov'st, art with me here,
Thorn And Rose
© Henry Van Dyke
Far richer than a thornless rose
Whose branch with beauty never glows,
The Greater Love
© Roderic Quinn
ONCE upon a time,
Little Golden-Head,
Steeples used to chime,
And their chiming said:
To M. S. G. : When I Dream That You Love Me
© George Gordon Byron
When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;
Extend not your anger to sleep;
For in visions alone your affection can live,--
I rise, and it leaves me to weep.
The Anonymous Poet
© George Darley
You, the choice minions of the proud-lipped nine
Who warble at the great Apollo's knee,
The Shallow Heart!
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"PITY her," say'st thou, "pity her!" nay, not I!
Her heart is shallow as yon garrulous rill
That froths o'er pebbles: grief, true grief is still,
Deathfully solemn as eternity
To Thomas Moore : Written The Evening Before His Visit To Mr. Leigh Hunt In Horsemonger Lane Gaol, M
© George Gordon Byron
Oh you, who in all names can tickle the town,
Anacreon, Tom Little, Tom Moore, or Tom Brown,
For hang me if I know of which you may most brag,
Your Quarto two-pounds, or your Twopenny Post Bag;
The Alchemist: Prologue
© Benjamin Jonson
Fortune, that favours fools, these two short hours,
We wish away, both for your sakes and ours,
The New Year
© Madison Julius Cawein
Lift up thy torch, O Year, and let us see
What Destiny
Hath made thee heir to at nativity!
The Moving Of The Shades
© Leon Gellert
The black revolving depths have moved and stirred
with news. their Lord has cried. "Send these, and these."
Swift feet awake. Shapes speed. The dreadful word
resounds along the tunnels of the seas.
The Sea-Seekers
© Roderic Quinn
ALL four of us were inland born
And inland reared from birth were we,
And though the tale be food for scorn
We four had never seen the Sea.
