Poems begining by T
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The Temperance Movement
© Charles Harpur
A POWER is stirringa broad light has shone
Amid the nationsin the wilderness
The Victor Of Antietam
© Herman Melville
When tempest winnowed grain from bran;
And men were looking for a man,
Authority called you to the van,
McClellan:
Along the line the plaudit ran,
As later when Antietam's cheers began.
To William Shelley
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The billows on the beach are leaping around it,
The bark is weak and frail,
The sea looks black, and the clouds that bound it
The Old-Time Family
© Edgar Albert Guest
It makes me smile to hear 'em tell each other nowadays
The burdens they are bearing, with a child or two to raise.
Of course the cost of living has gone soaring to the sky
And our kids are wearing garments that my parents couldn't buy.
Now my father wasn't wealthy, but I never heard him squeal
Because eight of us were sitting at the table every meal.
The Golden Key
© George MacDonald
From off the earth the vapours curled,
Went up to meet their joy;
The boy awoke, and all the world
Was waiting for the boy!
The World's Lover
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
My eyes are full of lonely mirth:
Reeling with want and worn with scars,
For pride of every stone on earth,
I shake my spear at all the stars.
The Rock Of The Betrayed
© Caroline Norton
IT was a Highland chieftain's son
Gazed sadly from the hill:
And they saw him shrink from the autumn wind,
As its blast came keen and chill.
II.
The moon, alone
© Saigyo
The moon, alone,
Taunts me from the heavens
With memories of you;
Should you feel the same, then
Our hearts would be as one
Tribute To Oliver Wendell Holmes
© Julia Ward Howe
Thou man of noble mould!
Whose metal grows not cold
Beneath the hammer of the hurrying years;
A fiery breath doth blow
Across its fervid glow,
And still its resonance delights our ears;
To A Bully
© Eugene Field
You, blatant coward that you are,
Upon the helpless vent your spite.
Suppose you ply your trade on me;
Come, monkey with this bard, and see
How I'll repay your bark with bite!
Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines)
© Pablo Neruda
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
The Sheep
© Ellis Parker Butler
The Sheep adorns the landscape rural
And is both singular and plural
It gives grammarians the creeps
To hear one say, "A flock of sheeps."
To One In A Garden
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If I were other than, alas, I am,
A soul in strife, whom banded foemen vex,
If toil were folly and good deeds a sham,
And hydra wrong had shed its serpent necks,
The Voyageur
© Susie Frances Harrison
LIKE the swarthy son of some tropic shore
He sleeps, with his olive bosom bared,
He sleepsin his earrings of brassy ore.
The Eagles
© Jones Very
THE eagles gather on the place of death
So thick the ground is spotted with their wings,
To the Tune of the Coventry Carol
© Stevie Smith
The nearly right
And yet not quite
In love is wholly evil
And every heart
That loves in part
Is mortgaged to the devil
"The Greeks planned for war"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
The Greeks planned for war
On the delightful island of Salamis.
From the harbor of Athens, you could see it
Seized by the enemy's hand.
To Me At My Fifth-Floor Window
© William Ernest Henley
To me at my fifth-floor window
The chimney-pots in rows
Are sets of pipes pandean
For every wind that blows;
To The Nightingale
© James Thomson
O nightingale, best poet of the grove,
That plaintive strain can ne'er belong to thee,
Blessed in the full possession of thy love:
O lend that strain, sweet Nighingale, to me!
To The Wood-Lark
© Robert Burns
O stay, sweet warbling wood-lark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing fond complaining.
