Poems begining by T
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To Mother Venus
© Eugene Field
O mother Venus, quit, I pray,
Your violent assailing!
The arts, forsooth, that fired my youth
At last are unavailing;
My blood runs cold, I'm getting old,
And all my powers are failing.
The Katydids
© James Whitcomb Riley
Sometimes I keep
From going to sleep,
To hear the katydids "cheep-cheep!"
And think they say
Their prayers that way;
But _katydids_ don't have to _pray_!
The House Of Fear
© Madison Julius Cawein
Vast are its halls, as vast the halls and lone
Where DEATH stalks listening to the wind and rain;
The Swagman and His Mate
© Henry Lawson
I hope theyll find the squatter white,
The cook and shearers straight,
When they have reached the shed to-night
The swagman and his mate.
The Earl Of Shaou's Work
© Confucius
As the young millet, by the genial rain
Enriched, shoots up luxuriant and tall,
So, when we southward marched with toil and pain,
The Earl of Shaou cheered and inspired us all.
The Voice In The Pines
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE morn is softly beautiful and still,
Its light fair clouds in pencilled gold and gray
Pause motionless above the pine-grown hill,
Where the pines, tranced as by a wizard's will,
Uprise as mute and motionless as they!
Two Riddles. -- 1710
© Matthew Prior
Sphinx was a monster that would eat
Whatever stranger she could get,
Unless his ready wit disclosed
The subtile riddle she proposed.
The Chartist's Complaint
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Day! hast thou two faces,
Making one place two places?
To Aphrodite
© Sappho
You know the place: then
Leave Crete and come to us
waiting where the grove is
pleasantest, by precincts
The Way Of The Wood
© Edith Nesbit
WHERE baby oaks play in the breeze
Among wood-sorrel and fringed fern,
Through the green garments of the trees
The quivering shafts of sunlight burn,
The Tyrant
© Lesbia Harford
When I was a child,
I felt the fairies' power.
Of a sudden my dry life
Would burst into flower.
The Boy of Egremond
© Samuel Rogers
"Say what remains when Hope is fled?"
She answered, "Endless weeping!"
For in the herdsman's eye she read
Who in his shroud lay sleeping.
Tower Of Light
© Pablo Neruda
O tower of light, sad beauty
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,
The End of the Day
© Charles Baudelaire
In all its raucous impudence
Life writhes, cavorts in pallid light,
With little cause or consequence;
And when, with darkling skies, the night
The Child At The Gate
© Madison Julius Cawein
THE sunset was a sleepy gold,
And stars were in the skies
When down a weedy lane he strolled
In vague and thoughtless wise.
The Night Walk
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The night wind over the great downs
Streams along the sky.
In the solitude of the hill--side
There is only you and I.
