Poems begining by T
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The Peasant And His Angry Lord
© Jean de La Fontaine
'TWAS vain that Gregory a pardon prayed;
For trivial faults the peasant dearly paid;
His throat enflamed-his tender back well beat-
His money gone-and all to make complete,
Without the least deduction for the pain,
The blows and garlic gave the trembling swain.
To Arcady
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
"TELL me, Singer, of the way
Winding down to Arcady?
Of the world's roads I am weary--
You, with song so brave and cheery,
Happy troubadour must be
On the way to Arcady?"
The Barren Moors
© William Ellery Channing
ON your bare rocks, O barren moors,
On your bare rocks I love to lie!
They stand like crags upon the shores,
Or clouds upon a placid sky.
The Minstrel
© Arthur Henry Adams
An Incident in One Act.
PERSONS. THE KING, THE QUEEN, EARL ATHULF, THE MINSTREL.
Heralds, Pages, Men-at-Arms, Sentries. TIME: THE PAST.
SCENE:
To be aliveis Power
© Emily Dickinson
To be aliveis Power
Existencein itself
Without a further function
OmnipotenceEnough
The Foster Mother's Tale. A Dramatic Fragment
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Ter. But that entrance, Selma?
Sel. Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale!
Ter. No one.
Sel. My husband's father told it me,
The Farmer's Boy - Summer
© Robert Bloomfield
Here, midst the boldest triumphs of her worth,
NATURE herself invites the REAPERS forth;
Dares the keen sickle from its twelvemonth's rest,
And gives that ardour which in every breast
From infancy to age alike appears,
When the first sheaf its plumy top uprears.
To The Countess Of Exeter. Playing On The Lute
© Matthew Prior
What charms you have, from what high race you sprung,
Have been the pleasing subjects of my song:
The Passionate Poet
© Frank Morton
I dearly long -- perhaps you've learned
The process, and will let me know it --
To stop a fierce and curdling wail
And muzzle a forsaken poet.
To A Sea Bird (Santa Cruz 1869)
© Francis Bret Harte
Sauntering hither on listless wings,
Careless vagabond of the sea,
Little thou heedest the surf that sings,
The bar that thunders, the shale that rings,-
Give me to keep thy company.
Translation Of Part Of The First Book Of The Aeneid
© William Wordsworth
THE EDITORS OF THE PHILOLOGICAL MUSEUM
BUT Cytherea, studious to invent
The Colonel's Soliloquy
© Thomas Hardy
"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . .
It's true I've been accustomed now to home,
And joints get rusty, and one's limbs may grow
More fit to rest than roam.
Tom O'Roughley
© William Butler Yeats
"THOUGH logic-choppers rule the town,
And every man and maid and boy
The Translated Way
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Thou art like to a Flower,
So pure and clean thou art;
I view thee and much Sadness
Steals to me in the Heart.
To Mary In Heaven
© Robert Burns
Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray,
That lov'st to greet the early morn,
