Poems begining by T
/ page 48 of 916 /
The Flatting-Mill. An Illustration
© William Cowper
When a bar of pure silver or ingot of gold
Is sent to be flatted or wrought into length,
It is pass'd between cylinders often, and roll'd
In an engine of utmost mechanical strength.
This Evenings Light Is Golden Bright
© Anna Akhmatova
This evening's light is golden bright,
The Aprils coolness is so tender,
Though you are many years too late,
I still do welcome you to enter.
The Dreamboat
© Sri Aurobindo
Who was it that came to me in a boat made of dream-fire,
With his flame brow and his sun-gold body?
Melted was the silence into a sweet secret murmur,
"Do you come now? Is the heart's fire ready?"
Talbragar
© Henry Lawson
JACK DENVER died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,
And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;
Jack Denvers wife bowed down her headher daughters grief was wild,
And big Ben Duggan by the bed stood sobbing like a child.
But big Ben Duggan saddled up, and galloped fast and far,
To raise the biggest funeral ever seen on Talbragar.
The Pavement Stones :A Song of the Unemployed
© Henry Lawson
WHEN first I came to town, resolved
To fight my way alone,
The Mermaidens' Vesper-Hymn
© George Darley
Troop home to silents grots and caves!
Troop home! And mimic as you go
The mournful winding of the waves
Which to their dark abysses flow!
To The First Born
© Louisa May Alcott
WELCOME, welcome, little stranger,
Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
The False Heart
© Hilaire Belloc
I said to Heart, "How goes it?" Heart replied:
'Right as a Ribstone Pippin!' But it lied.
Tender Heartedness
© Harry Graham
Billy, in one of his nice new sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;
Now, although the room grows chilly,
I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.
To A Friend Lost (Tom Taylor)
© George Meredith
When I remember, friend, whom lost I call,
Because a man beloved is taken hence,
"They are so glad of a young companion"
© Lesbia Harford
They are so glad of a young companion,
They hail and bless me, these boys of mine,
And I whose pathway was dark and lonely
Have no more need of the sun to shine.
The New Cry
© Benjamin Jonson
Ere cherries ripe, and strawberries be gone;
Unto the cries of London I'll add one;
The Message Of The Lilies
© Madison Julius Cawein
My soul and I went walking
Beneath the moon of Spring;
The lilies pale were talking,
Were faintly murmuring.
The After-Dinner Smoke
© Edgar Albert Guest
THROUGH the smoke clouds that I blow
I can see the Long Ago
The Eye's Treasury
© James Russell Lowell
Gold of the reddening sunset, backward thrown
In largess on my tall paternal trees,
The Demon Of The Study
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Brownie sits in the Scotchman's room,
And eats his meat and drinks his ale,
And beats the maid with her unused broom,
And the lazy lout with his idle flail;
But he sweeps the floor and threshes the corn,
And hies him away ere the break of dawn.
The King and Queen and I
© Henry Lawson
Were strangers two to two, and each unto the other three
I do not know the lady and I dont think she knows me.
Were strangers to each other here, and to the other two,
And they themselves are strangers yet, if all we hear is true.
