Poems begining by T
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The House of Christmas
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
There fared a mother driven forth
Out of an inn to roam;
The Adoration Of The Kings
© William Carlos Williams
From the Nativity
which I have already celebrated
the Babe in its Mother's arms
The Heritage
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
He on his man-child laid a soothing hand,
And hushed him into slumber, singing, "Sleep!
The Chestnut
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Who enters here, beneath this guardian shade,
Feels over him a tender sky of leaves
Dearer than heaven: at once his eye receives
Strange quiet: fathomless as water swayed
The Men Who Stuck To Me
© Henry Lawson
Some I never met and never knew their great but vain endeavour,
For my sake! And some were old mates whom I never more may see;
Never heard me, some I talked with; never saw me, some I walked with;
Blind and deaf, and dumb and foreign were the men who stuck to me.
The War
© Jones Very
I saw a war, yet none the trumpet blew,
Nor in their hands the steel-wrought weapons bare;
The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Third
© Mark Akenside
See! in what crouds the uncouth forms advance:
Each would outstrip the other, each prevent
Our careful search, and offer to your gaze,
Unask'd, his motley features. Wait awhile,
My curious friends! and let us first arrange
In proper order your promiscuous throng.
The Tryst
© Caroline Norton
I.
I went, alone, to the old familiar place
Where we often met,--
When the twilight soften'd thy bright and radiant face
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XVIII. -- King Olaf And
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the gray sea-sands
King Olaf stands,
Northward and seaward
He points with his hands.
The Bamboo Grove
© Wang Wei
Sitting alone among dark bamboo,
Play: lift my voice, into deep trees.
Where am I? No one knows.
Only White Moon finds me here.
The Street
© Octavio Paz
Here is a long and silent street.
I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall
The Bridal Of Lady Aideen
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
O Lady Aideen, will you wed with me, wed with me in the early morning?
A silken gown for your body's wear, a golden crown for your hair's adorning.
The Letters
© Alfred Tennyson
Still on the tower stood the vane,
A black yew gloomed the stagnant air,
The Sailor, Who Had Served In The Slave Trade.
© Robert Southey
He stopt,--it surely was a groan
That from the hovel came!
He stopt and listened anxiously
Again it sounds the same.
The Faithful Guardian
© Caroline Norton
Two beautiful and rosy babes are pictured here alone,
Two infants of a noble race, as any near the throne:--
And, in the cradle's shadow, lies a stately-looking hound,
His fine limbs full of strength and grace, couched humbly on the ground:
The Wife of Llew
© Francis Ledwidge
And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring:
"Come now and let us make a wife for Llew."
The Purple Clover
© Emily Dickinson
There is a flower that Bees prefer
And Butterfliesdesire
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Birdaspire
The Sweeper of the Floor
© George MacDonald
Methought that in a solemn church I stood.
Its marble acres, worn with knees and feet,
To Warren Hastings, Esq.
© William Cowper
Hastings! I knew thee young, and of a mind
While young humane, conversable, and kind;
Nor can I well believe thee, gentle then,
Now grown a villain, and the worst of men.
But rather some suspect, who have oppressed
And worried thee, as not themselves the best.
The Bear At The Dump
© William Matthews
Amidst the too much that we buy and throw
away and the far too much we wrap it in,
