Poems begining by T
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The Age Of Ink
© Edgar Albert Guest
Swiftly the changes come. Each day
Sees some lost beauty blown away
To The Master Of The _Meteor_
© Herman Melville
Lonesome on earth's loneliest deep,
Sailor! who dost thy vigil keep--
Off the Cape of Storms dost musing sweep
Over monstrous waves that curl and comb;
Of thee we think when here from brink
We blow the mead in bubbling foam.
The Decree Of Athena
© Aeschylus
Hear ye my statute, men of Attica--
Ye who of bloodshed judge this primal cause;
The Ghost's Story
© Duncan Campbell Scott
All my life long I heard the step
Of some one I would know,
Break softly in upon my days
And lightly come and go.
Thou Dost Not Know
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Thou dost not know it! but to hear
One word of praise from thee,
There is no pain I would not bear,
No task too great for me.
The Convent Garden
© Katharine Tynan
The Convent garden lies so near
The road the people go,
If it was quiet you might hear
The nuns' talk, merry and low.
To The Right Honble. The Lady Dowager Torrington,
© Mary Barber
When you command, the Muse obeys,
Proud to present her humble Lays.
Of writing I'll no more repent,
Nor think my Time unwisely spent;
If Verse the Happiness procures
Of pleasing such a Soul as yours.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 09:
© Conrad Aiken
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us,
The hours go silently over our lifted faces,
We are like dreamers who walk beneath a sea.
Beneath high walls we flow in the sun together.
We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pursue, we flee.
The Runaways/ Les Effares
© Arthur Rimbaud
Dark against the snow and fog,
At the big lit-up vent,
Their butts in a huddle,
Five urchins, kneeling - wretched! -
Watch the baker making
Loaves of heavy blond bread.
The Ant
© Richard Lovelace
Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant;
A little respite from thy flood of sweat!
Thou, thine own horse and cart under this plant,
Thy spacious tent, fan thy prodigious heat;
Down with thy double load of that one grain!
It is a granarie for all thy train.
The First Part: Sonnet 7 - That learned Grecian, who did so excel
© William Henry Drummond
That learned Grecian, who did so excel
In knowledge passing sense, that he is nam'd
Translation Of Prior's Chloe And Euphelia
© William Cowper
Mercator, vigiles oculos ut fallere possit,
Nomine sub ficto trans mare mittit opes;
Lenè sonat liquidumque meis Euphelia chordis,
Sed solam exoptant te, mea vota, Chloë.
The Mantle Of St. John De Matha. A Legend Of "The Red, White, And Blue," A. D. 1154-1864
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A STRONG and mighty Angel,
Calm, terrible, and bright,
The cross in blended red and blue
Upon his mantle white!
The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics
© Henry Lawson
Fight through ignorance, want, and care
Through the griefs that crush the spirit;
