Poems begining by T
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The Appeal
© Walter Savage Landor
REMAIN, ah not in youth alone,
Though youth, where you are, long will stay,
But when my summer days are gone,
And my autumnal haste away.
The Lighted Window
© Sara Teasdale
In the winter dusk,
The pavements were gleaming with rain;
There in the lighted window
I left my boyhood."
To A Child Shut In A Bedroom
© Aline Murray Kilmer
DEAR, O desolate bright head!
O drooping mouth and shaken chin!
The 9th Satire Of Book I. Of Horace : The Description Of An Impertinent. Adapted To The Present Time
© William Cowper
Sauntering along the street one day,
On trifles musing by the way,
The Horse & Olive Or Warr & Peace
© Thomas Parnell
With Moral tale let Ancient wisdome move
Which thus I sing to make ye moderns wise
The Reeds of Runnymede
© Rudyard Kipling
At Runnymede, At Runnymede,
What say the reeds at Runnymede?
The lissom reeds that give and take,
That bend so far, but never break,
They keep the sleepy Thames awake
With tales of John at Runnymede.
The First Part: Sonnet 4 - Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains,
© William Henry Drummond
Fair is my yoke, though grievous be my pains,
Sweet are my wounds, although they deeply smart,
The Old Pioneers
© Frank Dalby Davison
h, these old friends of ours! Sixty years back,
Bearded and booted, they followed the track,
The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage
© Sir Walter Raleigh
Give me my scallop shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
The Sword of Suprise
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God
Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees;
That I whose heart goes up with the soaring woods
May marvel as much at these.
To The Poet, John Dyer
© William Wordsworth
BARD of the Fleece, whose skilful genius made
That work a living landscape fair and bright;
Nor hallowed less with musical delight
Than those soft scenes through which thy childhood strayed,
The Song of the Strange Ascetic
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
If I had been a Heathen,
I'd have praised the purple vine,
The World Voice
© Bliss William Carman
I HEARD the summer sea
Murmuring to the shore
Some endless story of a wrong
The whole world must deplore.
The Tin-Whistle Player
© Padraic Colum
'Tis long since, long since, since I heard
A tin-whistle played,
And heard the tunes, the ha'penny tunes
That nobody made!
The Pet Coon
© James Whitcomb Riley
Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me
When he's ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon
The Human Tree
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Many have Earth's lovers been,
Tried in seas and wars, I ween;
The Happy Warrior
© William Wordsworth
'Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high,
Conspicuous object in a nation's eye,
To Will H. Low
© Robert Louis Stevenson
This is unborn beauty: she
Now in air floats high and free,
Takes the sun and breaks the blue;--
Late with stooping pinion flew
