Poems begining by T
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To a Husband
© Amy Lowell
Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River
Are your words in the dark, Beloved.
The Properly Scholarly Attitude
© Adelaide Crapsey
The poet pursues his beautiful theme;
The preacher his golden beatitude;
The Dawn
© Ada Cambridge
All the wild waves rock'd in shadow,
And the world was dim and grey,
Dark and silent, hush'd and breathless,
Waiting calmly for the day.
The Youngest Daughter of Lady ****
© Samuel Rogers
Ah! why with tell-tale tongue reveal
What most her blushes would conceal?
Why lift that modest veil to trace
The seraph-sweetness of her face?
Some fairer, better sport prefer;
And feel for us, if not for her.
The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young
© Wilfred Owen
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
To the Sour Reader
© Robert Herrick
If thou dislik’st the piece thou light’st on first,
Think that of all that I have writ the worst;
But if thou read’st my book unto the end,
And still dost this and that verse reprehend,
O perverse man! If all disgustful be,
The extreme scab take thee and thine, for me.
The Day of Judgment
© Isaac Watts
An Ode Attempted in English Sapphic
When the fierce north wind with his airy forces
Rears up the Baltic to a foaming fury,
And the red lightning with a storm of hail comes
Rushing amain down,
The Filling Of The Swamps
© William Henry Ogilvie
Hurrah for the storm-clouds sweeping!
Hurrah for the driving rain!
The Legatee
© Ambrose Bierce
In fair San Francisco a good man did dwell,
And he wrote out a will, for he didn't feel well.
Said he: "It is proper, when making a gift,
To stimulate virtue by comforting thrift."
Thoughts on Imputed Righteousness - Occasioned by Reading Theron and Aspasio : Part III.
© John Byrom
Adam and Eve, by Satan's wiles decoy'd,
Did what the kind Commandment said - avoid.
The Scrutinie
© Richard Lovelace
Why should you sweare I am forsworn,
Since thine I vowd to be?
Lady it is already Morn,
And twas last night I swore to thee
That fond impossibility.
The Sorcerer: Act I
© William Schwenck Gilbert
For to-day young Alexis-young Alexis Pointdextre
Is betrothed to Aline-to Aline Sangazure,
And that pride of his sex is-of his sex is to be next her
At the feast on the green-on the green, oh, be sure!
This Moment, Yearning And Thoughtful
© Walt Whitman
THIS moment yearning and thoughtful, sitting alone,
It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and
The Rose
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Or, being hard, perchance his finger-tips
Careless might touch the satin of its cup,
And he should feel a dead babe's budding lips
To his lips lifted up;
The Test of Fantasy
© Joanne Kyger
It unfolds and ripples like a banner, downward. All the stories
come folding out. The smells and flowers begin to come back, as
the tapestry is brightly colored and brocaded. Rabbits and violets.
