Poems begining by T
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To E. H. K.
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
ON THE RECEIPT OF A FAMILIAR POEM
To me, like hauntings of a vagrant breath
The Silver Swan, Who Living Had No Note
© Orlando Gibbons
The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approach'd, unlock'd her silent throat;
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more.
Farewell, all joys; O Death, come close mine eyes;
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.
The Ten Lepers
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Neath the olives of Samaria, in far-famed Galilee,
Where dark green vines are mirrored in a placid silver sea,
Mid scenes of tranquil beauty, glowing sun-sets, rosy dawn,
The Master and disciples to the city journeyed on.
"They Could Not Tell Me..."
© Edwin Muir
They could not tell me who should be my lord,
But I could read from every word they said
To Carmen Sylva
© Emma Lazarus
Oh, that the golden lyre divine
Whence David smote flame-tones were mine!
The Zonnebeke Road
© Edmund Blunden
Morning, if this late withered light can claim
Some kindred with that merry flame
The Message Of The Wind
© Harriet Monroe
The wind comes riding down from heaven.
Ho! wind of heaven, what do you bring?
The Zeppelin Armada
© Jessie Pope
"TO-DAY, since Zeppelins are in the air,
And folks glance skywards as they go their ways,
Thunder On The Downs
© Robert Laurence Binyon
And if a lightning now were loosed in flame
Out of the darkness of the cloud to claim
Thy heart, O England, how wouldst thou be known
In that hour? How to the quick core be shown
And seen? What cry should from thy very soul
Answer the judgment of that thunder--roll?
Thirty-Eight
© Charlotte Turner Smith
ADDRESSED TO MRS. H------Y.
IN early youth's unclouded scene,
The brilliant morning of eighteen,
With health and sprightly joy elate
Time, Hope And Memory
© Thomas Hood
I heard a gentle maiden, in the spring,
Set her sweet sighs to music, and thus sing:
"Fly through the world, and I will follow thee,
Only for looks that may turn back on me;
The Old Love
© Augusta Davies Webster
I
You love me, only me. Do I not know?
If I were gone your life would be no more
Than his who, hungering on a rocky shore,
The Husband
© Leon Gellert
Yes, I have slain, and taken moving life
From bodies. Yea! And laughed upon the taking;
Transformation
© Madison Julius Cawein
It is the time when, by the forest falls,
The touchmenots hang fairy folly-caps;
The Mistress Of Vision
© Francis Thompson
Secret was the garden;
Set i' the pathless awe
Where no star its breath can draw.
Life, that is its warden,
Sits behind the fosse of death. Mine eyes saw not,
and I saw.
To a Post Office Inkwell
© Christopher Morley
How many humble hearts have dipped
In you, and scrawled their manuscript!
The Battle Cry Of Freedom (Southern Version)
© Anonymous
Our flag is proudly floating
On the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Beneath it oft we've conquered,
And we'll conquer oft again!
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
