Poems begining by T

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The Curse Of The Wandering Foot

© James Whitcomb Riley

All hope of rest withdrawn me?--

  What dread command hath put

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The Skite

© Anonymous

Now all of us bunch we were having our lunch
At the station one bright sunny day
When a stranger appeared with a big flowing beard
And a habit of plenty to say

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The World Has Grown So Grey.

© Arthur Henry Adams

THE world has grown so grey, love,
The weary world so wide;
And autumn seems to stay, love —
'T was autumn when you died.

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The Flight Of Youth

© Hartley Coleridge

YOUTH, thou art fled, - but where are all the charms

Which, though with thee they came, and passed with thee,

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The Last Masquerade

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

A wan new garment of young green
  Touched, as you turned your soft brown hair
  And in me surged the strangest prayer
Ever in lover's heart hath been.

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To An Old Danish Songbook

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Welcome, my old friend,
Welcome to a foreign fireside,
While the sullen gales of autumn
Shake the windows.

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To See

© William Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.

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To: W A

© William Ernest Henley

Or ever the knightly years were gone
With the old world to the grave,
I was a King in Babylon
And you were a Christian Slave.

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The Ocean's Song

© Victor Marie Hugo

We walked amongst the ruins famed in story
  Of Rozel-Tower,
And saw the boundless waters stretch in glory
  And heave in power.

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The Rich Man

© Franklin Pierce Adams

The rich man has his motor-car,
  His country and his town estate.
He smokes a fifty-cent cigar
  And jeers at Fate.

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Thespis: Act II

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury

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The Shipman's Tale

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

O shipman, woful, woful is thy tale!
Our hearts are heavy and our eyes are dimmed.
What ship is this that suffered such ill fate?

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To The Right Honourable John Earl Of Orrery, At Bath, After The Death Of The Late Earl.

© Mary Barber

'Tis said, for ev'ry common Grief
The Muses can afford Relief:
And, surely, on that heav'nly Train
A Boyle can never call in vain.

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The Ultimate Trust

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THOUGH in the wine-press of thy wrath divine,
My crushed hopes droop, like crude and worthless must,
That love and mercy, Father! still are thine,
With reverent soul, I trust!

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The Living God

© Swami Vivekananda

He who is in you and outside you,
Who works through all hands,
Who walks on all feet,
Whose body are all ye,
Him worship, and break all other idols!

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The Great Misgiving

© William Watson

'NOT ours,' say some, 'the thought of death to dread;
  Asking no heaven, we fear no fabled hell:
Life is a feast, and we have banqueted-
  Shall not the worms as well?

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The Liberty Song

© John Dickinson

COME join hand in hand brave Americans all,
And rouse your bold hearts at fair Liberty's call;
No tyrannous acts shall suppress your just claim,
Or stain with dishonour America's name.

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The Rose has flushed Red

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

But to thee, oh Hafiz, to thee, oh Tongue
That speaks through the mouth of the slender reed,
What thanks to thee when thy verses speed
From lip to lip, and the song thou hast sung?

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To Helen - 1848

© Edgar Allan Poe

I saw thee once &mdash once only &mdash years ago:
I must not say how many &mdash but not many.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,

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Thou art more kind than mother dear

© Sant Tukaram

Thou art more kind than mother dear,
More soothing than the rays of moon
Thy love an ever flowing tide,
Sinks deeper than a common stream