Poems begining by T
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The Children
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE children! ah, the children!
Your innocent, joyous ones;
Your daughters, with souls of sunshine;
Your buoyant and laughing sons.
The Country Ride
© Kenneth Slessor
EARTH which has known so many passages
Of April air, so many marriages
Of strange and lovely atoms breeding light,
Never may find again that lost delight.
This
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
This is what I most want
unpursued, alone
to reach beyond the light
that I am furthest from.
The Needle and Thread
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The Needle and Thread one day were wed,
The Thimble acted as priest,
A paper of Pins, and the Scissors twins
Were among the guests at the feast.
The Eve Of Election
© John Greenleaf Whittier
FROM gold to gray
Our mild sweet day
Of Indian Summer fades too soon;
But tenderly
The Word
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Voice of the Holy Spirit, making known
Man to himself, a witness swift and sure,
The Vain King
© Henry Van Dyke
And still, along the reaches of the stream,
The vain King-fisher flits, an azure gleam, --
You see his ruby crest, you hear his jealous scream.
The Song of the Surf
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
WHITE steeds of ocean, that leap with a hollow and wearisome roar
On the bar of ironstone steep, not a fathoms length from the shore,
The Emperor's Bird's-Nest. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once the Emperor Charles of Spain,
With his swarthy, grave commanders,
I forget in what campaign,
Long besieged, in mud and rain,
Some old frontier town of Flanders.
The Lodestone
© John Newton
As needles point towards the pole,
When touched by the magnetic stone;
So faith in Jesus, gives the soul
A tendency before unknown.
The Broken Drouth
© Madison Julius Cawein
It seemed the listening forest held its breath
Before some vague and unapparent form
Of fear, approaching with the wings of death,
On the impending storm.
The Wanderers
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Out from her doorway peeped the little maid
To gaze upon the world most full of glee.
To A Beautiful Child On Her Birthday With A Wreath Of Flowers
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Whilst others give thee wondrous toys,
Or jewels rich and rare,
I bring but flowersmore meet are they
For one so young and fair.
The Fugitive
© John Le Gay Brereton
Behold the arrogant humbled, and rejoice
The grasping hand holds naught but flying dust,
And Envy meets the pitiless grin of Fate.
Take warning of your own hearts inward voice,
Bid your own soul be humble and distrust
The yelping promises of greed and hate.
The Jungle Husband
© Stevie Smith
Dearest Evelyn, I often think of you
Out with the guns in the jungle stew
Tears in Spring (Lament for Thoreau)
© William Ellery Channing
THE SWALLOW is flying over,
But he will not come to me;
The Cathedral
© James Russell Lowell
Far through the memory shines a happy day,
Cloudless of care, down-shod to every sense,
Thou Lingering Star
© Robert Burns
Thou lingering star, with less'ning ray,
That lov'st to greet the early morn,
The Lamp
© Sara Teasdale
If I can bear your love like a lamp before me,
When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness,
I shall not fear the everlasting shadows,
Nor cry in terror.
