Poems begining by T
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The Horse Thief
© William Rose Benet
There he moved, cropping the grass at the purple canyons lip.
His mane was mixed with the moonlight that silvered his snow-white side,
For the moon sailed out of a cloud with the wake of a spectral ship.
I crouched and I crawled on my belly, my lariat coil looped wide.
The Twenty-Third Psalme
© George Herbert
The God of love my shepherd is,
And he that doth me feed:
While he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want or need?
There's Snow On The Fields
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
There's snow on the fields,
And cold in the cottage,
The Influence Of Woman
© Edgar Albert Guest
WHAT would be the use of singing songs
If there was no little woman near to hear them?
The Song of the Shepherd Boy in the Valley of Humiliation
© John Bunyan
He that is down need fear no fall,
He that is low, no pride;
He that is humble ever shall
Have God to be his guide.
To Henry The Fifth
© Mary Hannay Foott
My youth was passing, Sire, whilst you among
The cradle-wrappings slept; my morning-song
To A Prospective Cook
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Curly locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet weed the flowers,
But stand in the kitchen and cook a fine meal,
And ride every night in an automobile.
The Skylark
© William Shenstone
Go, tuneful bird! that gladd'st the skies.
To Daphne's window speed thy way,
And there on quivering pinions rise,
And there thy vocal art display.
To One in Grief
© Katharine Tynan
SIMON the Cyrenean bore
The Cross of Christ up Calvary Hill.
Blessed be Simon's lot before
Honour and ease and world's good-will
You,--you would choose his lot above
All gifts and glories, yea, all love!
The New Days
© Edgar Albert Guest
The old days, the old days, how oft the poets sing,
The days of hope at dewy morn, the days of early spring,
The Path Of Life
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
So along the path we wanderedoh! the bliss of those short hours!
Youth and Hope and Joy together 'mid the everblooming flowers
That on life's smooth path were glowing soft beneath my naked feet,
Till I envied nought in Heaven, thinking here my lot complete.
The Precocious Baby - a Very True Tale
© William Schwenck Gilbert
An elderly person - a prophet by trade -
With his quips and tips
The Brook. (From The Spanish)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Laugh of the mountain! -- lyre of bird and tree!
Pomp of the meadow! mirror of the morn!
The Cat That Walked by Himself
© Rudyard Kipling
Pussy can sit by the fire and sing,
Pussy can climb a tree,
The Orange-Peel In The Gutter
© Mathilde Blind
BEHOLD, unto myself I said,
This place how dull and desolate,
The Nation Builders
© George Essex Evans
A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent -
A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a continent -
The Hedger
© William Barnes
Upon the hedge theäse bank did bear,
Wi' lwonesome thought untwold in words,
Tyranny.
© Sidney Lanier
"Spring-germs, spring-germs,
I charge you by your life, go back to death.
This glebe is sick, this wind is foul of breath.
Stay: feed the worms.
The Opossum-Hunters
© Henry Kendall
Twisted boughs shall tremble oer us, hollow woods shall moan before us,
And the torrents like a chorus down the gorges dark shall sing;
And the vines shall shake and shiver, and the startled grasses quiver,
Like the reeds beside a river in the gusty days of Spring;
While we forward haste delighted, through a region seldom lighted
Souls impatient, hearts excited like a wind upon the wing!
