Poems begining by T
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The Double-Headed Snake of Newbury
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Far away in the twilight time
Of every people, in every clime,
The Vanguard [11]
© Henry Lawson
The cities were silent, the people were glum,
No sound of a bugle, no tap of a drum;
Our enemies mighty and Parliaments sour,
Our Lands lovers few, and no Man of the Hour.
The Girl turned her nose up (maybe twas before),
And they voted us Cracked when we marched to the war.
The Corduroy Road
© William Henry Drummond
De corduroy road go bompety bomp,
De corduroy road go jompety jomp,
An' he' s takin'beeg chances upset hees load
De horse dat 'll trot on de corduroy road.
The Prayer Of The Romans
© John Hay
Not done, but near its ending,
Is the work that our eyes desired;
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 11
© William Langland
Thanne Scriptare scorned me and a skile tolde,
And lakked me in Latyn and light by me sette,
And seide, " Multi multa sciunt et seipsos nesciunt.'
Tho wepte I for wo andwrathe of hir speche
And in a wynkynge w[o]rth til I [weex] aslepe.
The Dunciad: Book IV
© Alexander Pope
She mounts the throne: her head a cloud conceal'd,
In broad effulgence all below reveal'd;
('Tis thus aspiring Dulness ever shines)
Soft on her lap her laureate son reclines.
The Little Bells Of Sevilla
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The ladies of Sevilla go forth to take the air,
They loop their lace mantillas, a red rose in their hair;
Upon the road Delicias* their little horses run,
And tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, the bells go every one.
The Complaint Of Ninathoma
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
How long will ye round me be swelling,
O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea?
Not always in caves was my dwelling,
Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree.
The Saint And The Hunchback
© William Butler Yeats
Hunchback. Stand up and lift your hand and bless
A man that finds great bitterness
In thinking of his lost renown.
A Roman Caesar is held down
Under this hump.
The Talk Of The Echoes: A Fragment
© George MacDonald
When the cock crows loud from the glen,
And the moor-cock chirrs from the heather,
What hear ye and see ye then,
Ye children of air and ether?
To Dives. A Fragment
© George Gordon Byron
Unhappy Dives! in an evil hour
'Gainst Nature's voice seduced to deeds accurst!
Once Fortune's minion, now thou feel'st her power;
Wrath's vial on thy lofty head bath burst.
The Vision Of St. Peter
© John Hay
To Peter by night the faithfullest came
And said, "We appeal to thee!
The life of the Church is in thy life;
We pray thee to rise and flee.
To A. R. vpon the same
© Henry King
Not that I would instruct or tutor you
What is a Wifes behest, or Husbands due,
Give I this Widdow-Wife. Your early date
Of knowledge makes such Precepts slow and late.
This book is but your glass, where you shall see
What your self are, what other Wives should bee.
The Description Of Tyburn
© John Taylor
I Have heard sundry men oft times dispute
Of trees, that in one year will twice bear fruit.
But if a man note Tyburn, 'will appear,
That that's a tree that bears twelve times a year.
The Cruel Falcon
© Robinson Jeffers
Contemplation would make a good life, keep it strict, only
The eyes of a desert skull drinking the sun,
The Vindictive
© Alfred Noyes
How should we praise those lads of the old Vindictive
Who looked Death straight in the eyes,
Till his gaze fell,
In those red gates of hell?
Time Does Not Bring Relief
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
To The Town Clock
© Joseph Howe
Thou grave old Time Piece, many a time and oft
I've been your debtor for the time of day;
And every time I cast my eyes aloft,
And swell the debt-I think 'tis time to pay.
