Poems begining by T
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The Invocation Of Jealousy
© Leon Gellert
The conquered world is bowed and worshipful,
And lovely Peace smooth-gowned in lightest grey
The Roads Of Happiness
© Edgar Albert Guest
The roads of happiness are not
The selfish roads of pleasure seeking,
The Ghost
© Lizette Woodworth Reese
I set a candle at my pane,
Yellowy in the drip of rain;
My love came in and looked at me;
I hid my face upon my knee.
The Vanity of Wealth
© Samuel Johnson
No more thus brooding o'er yon heap,
With avarice painful vigils keep:
To the Immortal Memory and Friendship of That Noble Pair, Sir Lucius Cary and Sir H. Morison
© Benjamin Jonson
The Turn
Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
The Century Of Garibaldi
© George Meredith
That aim, albeit they were of minds diverse,
Conjoined them, not to strive without surcease;
For them could be no babblement of peace
While lay their country under Slavery's curse.
The Vain Question
© Ada Cambridge
Why should we court the storms that rave and rend,
Safe at our household hearth?
Why, starved and naked, without home or friend,
Unknowing whence we came or where we wend,
Follow from no beginning to no end
An uncrowned martyr's path?
The Canoe
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
My masters twain made me a bed
Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar;
The Metropolitan Tower
© Sara Teasdale
We walked together in the dusk
To watch the tower grow dimly white,
And saw it lift against the sky
Its flower of amber light.
The Culprit Fay
© Joseph Rodman Drake
His sides are broken by spots of shade,
By the walnut bough and the cedar made,
And through their clustering branches dark
Glimmers and dies the fire-fly's spark -
Like starry twinkles that momently break
Through the rifts of the gathering tempest's rack.
The Heart's House
© Sara Teasdale
My heart is but a little house
With room for only three or four,
And it was filled before you knocked
Upon the door.
The Tragedy
© Richard Harris Barham
Quæque ipse miserrima vidi.- VIRGIL.
Catherine of Cleves was a Lady of rank,
The Sun Has Long Been Set
© William Wordsworth
The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
To The City Of Bombay
© Rudyard Kipling
The Cities are full of pride,
Challenging each to each -
This from her mountain-side,
That from her burthened beach.
The Rose Of Flora
© William Makepeace Thackeray
On Brady's tower there grows a flower,
It is the loveliest flower that blows,
At Castle Brady there lives a lady,
(And how I love her no one knows);
Her name is Nora, and the goddess Flora
Presents her with this blooming rose.
To My Brothers & Sisters Adrift in Troubled Times This Poem of the Moon.
© Bai Juyi
Since the disorders in Henan and the famine in Guannei, my brothers and sisters have been scattered. Looking at the moon, I express my thoughts in this poem, which I send to my eldest brother at Fuliang, my seventh brother at Yuqian, My fifteen brother at Wujiang and my younger brothers and sisters at Fuli and Xiagui.
My heritage lost through disorder and famine,
The Ballad of St. Barbara
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When the long grey lines came flooding upon Paris in the plain,
We stood and drank of the last free air we never could taste again;
They had led us back from a lost battle, to halt we knew not where,
And stilled us; and our gaping guns were dumb with our despair.
The grey tribes flowed for ever from the infinite lifeless lands,
And a Norman to a Breton spoke, his chin upon his hands:
