Poems begining by T
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The Rock
© John Gould Fletcher
This rock, too, was a word;
A word of flame and force when that which hurled
The stars into their places in the night
First stirred.
Two Love-Songs
© Arthur Symons
I do not know if your eyes are green or grey
Or if there are other eyes brighter than they;
They have looked in my eyes; when they look in my eyes I can see
One thing, and a thing to be surely the death of me.
The Rebel
© Caroline Norton
WITH none to heed or mark
The prisoner in his cell,
In a dungeon, lone and dark,
He tuned his wild farewell.
Three Friends Of Mine
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When I remember them, those friends of mine,
Who are no longer here, the noble three,
The Fairy Of The Fountains
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
And a youthful warrior stands
Gazing not upon those bands,
Not upon the lovely scene,
But upon its lovelier queen,
Who with gentle word and smile
Courteous prays his stay awhile.
The Two MP's
© Richard Harris Barham
SAYS Tom D- to F-r
T'other morning, 'I say, Sir,
You've call'd me a Roué, a Dicer, and Racer,
Now I'd have you to know, Sir,
Such names are "No Go," Sir;
By Jove, Sir, I never knew anything grosser.
The Strong Heroic Line
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FRIENDS of the Muse, to you of right belong
The first staid footsteps of my square-toed song;
The Revellers
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Ring, joyous chords!-ring out again!
A swifter still, and a wilder strain!
The Price of An Equipage
© William Shenstone
Servum si potes, Ole, non habere,
Et regem potes, Ole, non habere. Mart.
The Better Day
© Archibald Lampman
Harsh thoughts, blind angers, and fierce hands,
That keep this restless world at strife,
Mean passions that, like choking sands,
Perplex the stream of life,
The Voices Of The Death Chamber
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
The night lamp is faintly gleaming
Within my chamber still,
The Wonder Night
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Now danced are all the dances,
And all the games are done,
The merry noise, the laughter,
Feasting and lights and fun;
The gifts unwrapt and given,
The forfeits paid and won.
The Clear Vision
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I did but dream. I never knew
What charms our sternest season wore.
The Surgeon's Warning
© Robert Southey
The Doctor whispered to the Nurse
And the Surgeon knew what he said,
And he grew pale at the Doctor's tale
And trembled in his sick bed.
Thoughts On Death (From The Swedish Of C. Lohman)
© George Borrow
Perhaps t is folly, but still I feel
My heart-strings quiver, my senses reel,
Thinking how like a fast stream we range
Nearer and nearer to yon dread change,
When soul and spirit filter away,
And leave nothing better than senseless clay.
The Customs Men
© Arthur Rimbaud
Those who say Gord Struth; those who say Swelp Me -
pensioned soldiers and sailors, the wreckage of Empire -
The Stealing Of The Mare - II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Said the Narrator:
And when Abu Zeyd had made an end of speaking, and the Kadi Diab and the Sultan and Rih, and all had happened as hath been said, then the Emir Abu Zeyd mounted his running camel and bade farewell to the Arabs and was gone; and all they who remained behind were in fear thinking of his journey. But Abu Zeyd went on alone, nor stayed he before he came to the pastures of the Agheylat. And behold, in the first of their vallies as he journeyed onward the slaves of the Agheylat saw him and came upon him, threatening him with their spears, and they said to him, ``O Sheykh, who and what art thou, and what is thy story, and the reason of thy coming?'' And he said to them, ``O worthy men of the Arabs, I am a poet, of them that sing the praise of the generous and the blame of the niggardly.'' And they answered him, ``A thousand welcomes, O poet.'' And they made him alight and treated him with honour until night came upon their feasting, nor did he depart from among them until the night had advanced to a third, but remained with them, singing songs of praise, and reciting lettered phrases, until they were stirred by his words and astonished at his eloquence. And at the end of all he arrived at the praise of the Agheyli Jaber. Then stopped they him and said: ``He of whom thou speakest is the chieftain of our people, and he is a prince of the generous. Go thou, therefore, to him, and he shall give thee all, even thy heart's desire.'' And he answered them, ``Take ye care of my camel and keep her for me while I go forward to recite his praises, and on my return we will divide the gifts.'' And he left them. And as he went he set himself to devise a plan by which he might enter into the camp and entrap the Agheyli Jaber.
And the Narrator singeth of Abu Zeyd and of the herdsmen thus:
Thomas McDonagh
© Francis Ledwidge
He shall not hear the bittern cry
In the wild sky, where he is lain,
Nor voices of the sweeter birds,
Above the wailing of the rain.
The Mouse That Gnawed The Oak-Tree Down
© Vachel Lindsay
The mouse that gnawed the oak-tree down
Began his task in early life.
He kept so busy with his teeth
He had no time to take a wife.
