Poems begining by T
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The Unseen
© Sara Teasdale
DEATH went up the hall
Unseen by every one,
Trailing twilight robes
Past the nurse and the nun.
The Big Deeds
© Edgar Albert Guest
We are done with little thinking and we're done with little deeds,
We are done with petty conduct and we're done with narrow creeds;
The Way Of The World
© George Frederick Cameron
WE sneer and we laugh with the lipthe most of us do it,
Whenever a brother goes down like a weed with the tide;
We point with the finger and sayOh, we knew it! we knew it!
But, see! we are better than he was, and we will abide.
The Castle By The Sea
© Johann Ludwig Uhland
"Hast thou seen that lordly castle,
That Castle by the Sea?
Golden and red above it
The clouds float gorgeously.
The Princess In The Tower
© Sara Teasdale
I am the princess up in the tower
And I dream the whole day thro'
Of a knight who shall come with a silver spear
And a waving plume of blue.
The Prisoner
© Emily Jane Brontë
STILL let my tyrants know, I am not doom'd to wear
Year after year in gloom and desolate despair;
A messenger of Hope comes every night to me,
And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
The Lamp in the West
© Ella Higginson
VENUS has lit her silver lamp
Low in the purple West,
Casting a soft and mellow light
Upon the seas full breast;
In one clear pathas if to guide
Some pale, wayfaring guest.
The Devil
© William Henry Drummond
Along de road from Bord à Plouffe
To Kaz-a-baz-u-a
W'ere poplar trees lak sojers stan',
An' all de lan' is pleasan' lan',
In off de road dere leev's a man
Call Louis Desjardins.
To My Wife
© James Clerk Maxwell
Oft in the night, from this lone room
I long to fly oer land and sea,
To pierce the dark, dividing gloom,
And join myself to thee.
To A Lady
© Matthew Prior
Spare, gen'rous victor, spare the slave,
Who did unequal war pursue;
That more than triumph he might have,
In being overcome by you.
The Parting Of The Ways
© James Russell Lowell
Who hath not been a poet? Who hath not,
With life's new quiver full of winged years,
Shot at a venture, and then, following on,
Stood doubtful at the Parting of the Ways?
Theoretikos
© Oscar Wilde
Against an heritage of centuries.
It mars my calm: wherefore in dreams of Art
And loftiest culture I would stand apart,
Neither for God, nor for his enemies.
The Invisible People
© Lesbia Harford
When I go into town at half past seven
Great crowds of people stream across the ways,
Hurrying, although it's only half past seven.
They are the invisible people of the days.
The Lily And The Rose
© William Cowper
The nymph must lose her female friend
If more admired than she, -
But where will fierce contention end
If flowers can disagree?
The Prison
© Arthur Symons
I am the prisoner of my love of you.
I pace my soul, as prisoned culprits do,
The Caique
© William Makepeace Thackeray
Yonder to the kiosk, beside the creek,
Paddle the swift caique.
Thou brawny oarsman with the sunburnt cheek,
Quick! for it soothes my heart to hear the Bulbul speak.
The Arabs Faerwell To His Horse
© Caroline Norton
Yes, thou must go! the wild free breeze, the brilliant sun and sky,
Thy master's home--from all of these, my exiled one must fly.
Thy proud dark eye will grow less proud, thy step become less fleet,
And vainly shalt thou arch thy neck, thy master's hand to meet.
Only in sleep shall I behold that dark eye, glancing bright
Only in sleep shall hear again that step so firm and light:
The Day Before I Die
© Henry Lawson
THERES such a lot of work to do, for such a troubled head!
Im scribbling this against a book, with foolscap round, in bed.
It strikes me that Ill scribble much in this way by and by,
And write my last lines so perchance the day before I die.
