Poems begining by T
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The Introduction
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
Did I, my lines intend for publick view,
How many censures, wou'd their faults persue,
To My Friend OnThe Death Of His Sister
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Thine is a grief, the depth of which another
May never know;
Yet, o'er the waters, O my stricken brother!
To thee I go.
The Lost Tram
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
I walked an unfamiliar street
And suddenly heard a raven's cry,
And the sound of a lute, and distant thunder,-
In front of me a tram was flying.
The Bird
© Henry Vaughan
Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night
Blew through thy lodging, where thy own warm wing
Thy pillow was. Many a sullen storm
(For which coarse man seems much the fitter born)
Rained on thy bed
And harmless head.
The Cōforte of Louers
© Stephen Hawes
The prohemye.
The gentyll poetes/vnder cloudy fygures
Do touche a trouth/and clokeit subtylly
Harde is to cōstrue poetycall scryptures
The Year of Love
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THERE WERE four loves that one by one,
Following the seasons and the sun,
Passed over without tears, and fell
Away without farewell.
The Progress Of Refinement. Part I.
© Henry James Pye
Rous'd by those honors cull'd by Glory's hand
To dress the Victor on the Olympic sand,
With active toil each ardent stripling tries
To bind his forehead with the immortal prize;
Hence strength and beauty deck the Grecian race,
And manly labor gives them manly grace.
The Lordship Of Corfu
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
They vowed a vow methinks ne'er vowed before,
The while their galley, strangely laden, bore
Down the south wind, which freshly blew from shore.
The Song Of The Beasts
© Rupert Brooke
Come away! Come away!
Ye are sober and dull through the common day,
The Chant Of The Vultures
© Edwin Markham
We are circling, glad of the battle: we
joy in the smell of the smoke.
The Song Of The Children
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
The World is ours till sunset,
Holly and fire and snow;
And the name of our dead brother
Who loved us long ago.
The Restoration Of The Works Of Art In Italy
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Vain dream! degraded Rome! thy noon is o'er,
Once lost, thy spirit shall revive no more.
It sleeps with those, the sons of other days,
Who fix'd on thee the world's adoring gaze;
Those, blest to live, while yet thy star was high,
More blest, ere darkness quench'd its beam, to die!
The North Sea -- First Cycle
© Heinrich Heine
Once through heaven went shining,
Wedded and one,
Luna the Goddess, and Sol the God,
And the stars in multitudes thronged around them,
Their little, innocent children.
The Sonnets To Orpheus: I
© Rainer Maria Rilke
A tree ascended there. Oh pure transcendence!
Oh Orpheus sings! Oh tall tree in the ear!
And all things hushed. Yet even in that silence
a new beginning, beckoning, change appeared.
The Joy Of The Cross
© William Cowper
Long plunged in sorrow, I resign
My soul to that dear hand of thine,
Without reserve or fear;
That hand shall wipe my streaming eyes;
Or into smiles of glad surprise
Transform the falling tear.
The Leper
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
NOTHING is better, I well think,
Than love; the hidden well-water
Is not so delicate to drink:
This was well seen of me and her.
The Initiation
© Edward Dowden
UNDER the flaming wings of cherubim
I moved toward that high altar. O, the hour!
The Brus Book XII
© John Barbour
[The king prepares his division]
Now Douglas furth his wayis tais,
And in that selff tyme fell throw cais
