Poems begining by T
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To Marie Louise (Shew)
© Edgar Allan Poe
Of all who hail thy presence as the morning-
Of all to whom thine absence is the night-
The Stream Is Flowing From The West
© Henry Timrod
The stream is flowing from the west;
As if it poured from yonder skies,
It wears upon its rippling breast
The sunset's golden dyes;
And bearing onward to the sea,
'T will clasp the isle that holdeth thee.
The Hollyhocks
© Craven Langstroth Betts
SOME space beyond the garden close
I sauntered down the shadowed lawn;
The Brus Book XI
© John Barbour
[Criticism of the compact about Stirling Castle]
And quhen this connand thus wes mad
The Widow Of Glencoe
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Do not lift him from the bracken,
Leave him lying where he fell-
The Things That Count
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Now, dear, it isn't the bold things,
Great deeds of valour and might,
The Two Painters: A Tale
© Washington Allston
At which, with fix'd and fishy
The Strangers both express'd amaze.
Good Sir, said they, 'tis strange you dare
Such meanness of yourself declare.
The Youth Bewitched
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
My fair-haired boy is sore bewitched,
He goes all full of grieving;
To... (Kern)
© Alexander Pushkin
I still recall the wondrous moment
When you appeared before my eyes,
Just like a fleeting apparition,
Just like pure beauty's distillation.
Truth And Falsehood
© James Russell Lowell
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide,
In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side;
Some great cause, God's new Messiah, offering each the bloom or blight,
Parts the goats upon the left hand, and the sheep upon the right,
And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
The White Czar. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Dost thou see on the rampart's height
That wreath of mist, in the light
Of the midnight moon? O, hist!
It is not a wreath of mist;
It is the Czar, the White Czar,
Batyushka! Gosudar!
The Rule Of Life Expanded
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And people then will alter their mind.
If courage is gone-then all is gone!
'Twere better that thou hadst never been born.
The Secret of the Machinery
© Rudyard Kipling
We can pull and haul and push and lift and drive,
We can print and plough and weave and heat and light,
We can run and race and swim and fly and dive,
We can see and hear and count and read and write!
To Thomas Clarkson
© William Wordsworth
ON THE FINAL PASSING OF THE BILL FOR THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE
MARCH 1807
CLARKSON! it was an obstinate hill to climb:
How toilsome--nay, how dire--it was, by thee
The Rambo-Tree
© James Whitcomb Riley
_For just two truant lads like we_,
_When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree_
_There's enough for you and enough for me_--
_It's a long, sweet way across the orchard_.
The Golden Light
© Sri Aurobindo
Thy golden Light came down into my brain
And the grey rooms of mind sun-touched became
A bright reply to Wisdom's occult plane,
A calm illumination and a flame.
