Poems begining by T
/ page 398 of 916 /The Question to Lisetta
© Matthew Prior
WHAT nymph should I admire or trust,
But Chloe beauteous, Chloe just?
What nymph should I desire to see,
But her who leaves the plain for me?
To a Child of Quality, Five Years Old, 1704. The Author then Forty
© Matthew Prior
LORDS, knights, and squires, the numerous band
That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,
Were summoned by her high command
To show their passions by their letters.
The Lady who offers her Looking-Glass to Venus
© Matthew Prior
VENUS, take my votive glass:
Since I am not what I was,
What from this day I shall be,
Venus, let me never see.
The Merchant, To Secure His Treasure
© Matthew Prior
The merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrowed name:
Euphelia serves to grace my measure,
But Cloe is my real flame.
The Snow-Messengers
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--
Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;
No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard to blow:
In wizard silence falls the windless snow.
The Vine
© James Thomson
THE wine of Love is music,
And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
Love sits long:
The Centerarian's Story
© Walt Whitman
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary;
The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen
Up the path you have follow'd me well, spite of your hundred and
extra years;
You can walk, old man, though your eyes are almost done;
Your faculties serve you, and presently I must have them serve me.
The Seasons: Winter
© James Thomson
OH! bear me then to high, embowering, Shades;
To twilight Groves, and visionary Vales;
To weeping Grottos, and to hoary Caves;
Where Angel-Forms are seen, and Voices heard,
Sigh'd in low Whispers, that abstract the Soul,
From outward Sense, far into Worlds remote.
The Lonely Life
© Giacomo Leopardi
The morning rain, when, from her coop released,
The hen, exulting, flaps her wings, when from
Temptation
© Edgar Albert Guest
I WOULD like to wed your daughter," said the multi-millionaire,
"I will try to make her happy; if I don't you needn't care;
She shall have five million dollars just the minute we are married;
Say the word and I will take her"but the maiden's father tarried.
To the Evening Star
© Thomas Campbell
Star that bringest home the bee,
And settst the weary labourer free!
If any star shed peace, tis thou,
That send st it from above,
Appearing when Heavens breath and brow
Are sweet as hers we love.
The Dirge of Wallace
© Thomas Campbell
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear,
The debt of his nature did pay,
T' was Edward, the cruel, had reason to fear,
And cause to be struck with dismay.
Turn Me To My Yellow Leaves
© William Stanley Braithwaite
Turn me to my yellow leaves,
I am better satisfied;
The Flower's Lesson
© Louisa May Alcott
Night came again, and the fire-flies flew;
But the bud let them pass, and drank of the dew;
While the soft stars shone, from the still summer heaven,
On the happy little flower that had learned the lesson given.
The Last Man
© Thomas Campbell
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom,
The Sun himself must die,
Before this mortal shall assume
Its Immortality!
The Bird With The Coppery, Keen Claws
© Wallace Stevens
Above the forest of the parakeets,
A parakeet of parakeets prevails,
A pip of life amid a mort of tails.
To C.F. Bradford
© James Russell Lowell
ON THE GIFT OF A MEERSCHAUM PIPE
The pipe came safe, and welcome too,
The Battle of the Baltic
© Thomas Campbell
Of Nelson and the North
Sing the glorious day's renown,
When to battle fierce came forth
All the might of Denmark's crown,