Poems begining by T
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The Sorrow Of Love
© William Butler Yeats
THE brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
The Lady of the Lake: Canto I. - The Chase
© Sir Walter Scott
Introduction.
Harp of the North! that mouldering long hast hung
To Any Friend
© George MacDonald
If I did seem to you no more
Than to myself I seem,
Not thus you would fling wide the door,
And on the beggar beam!
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Second
© William Wordsworth
THE Harp in lowliness obeyed;
And first we sang of the greenwood shade
And a solitary Maid;
Beginning, where the song must end,
The Hymn of the Socialists
© Henry Lawson
By the rights that were always ours the rights that we neer enjoyed,
And the gloomy cloud that lowers on the brow of the unemployed;
By the struggling mothers and wives by girls in the streets of sin
We swear to strike when the time arrives, for our kind and our kith and kin!
To Sophia (Miss Stacey)
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Thou art fair, and few are fairer
Of the Nymphs of earth or ocean;
They are robes that fit the wearer--
To A Child Of Quality, Five Years Old. The Author Then Forty
© Matthew Prior
Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band
That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters,
Were summoned by her high command
To show their passions by their letters.
To the Autumn
© James Montgomery
Sweet Sabbath of the year!
While evening lights decay,
Thy parting steps methinks I hear
Steal from the world away.
The Fifty-Per-Cent Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
He limped into the place one day, a leg and arm were gone,
"Just half a man," he told the boss, "right now you look upon.
An accident did this to me, 'twere better had I died,
It robbed me of efficiency, but left me with my pride."
The Lonely Fight
© Edgar Albert Guest
IT'S easy to be right when the multitude is cheering,
It is easy to have courage when you're fighting with the throng;
But it's altogether different when the multitude is sneering
To fight for what you know is right with no one else along.
The Flower-Angels
© George MacDonald
Of old, with goodwill from the skies-
God's message to them given-
The angels came, a glad surprise,
And went again to heaven.
To Night
© Joseph Blanco White
Mysterious Night! when our first parent knew
Thee from report divine, and heard thy name,
Twas such a littlelittle boat
© Emily Dickinson
'Twas such a littlelittle boat
That toddled down the bay!
'Twas such a gallantgallant sea
That beckoned it away!
The Flood of Years
© William Cullen Bryant
A MIGHTY Hand, from an exhaustless Urn,
Pours forth the never-ending Flood of Years,
To my Sister Anne King, who chid me in verse for being angry
© Henry King
Dear Nan, I would not have thy counsel lost,
Though I last night had twice so much been crost;
Well is a Passion to the Market brought,
When such a treasure of advice is bought
The Romane Monarchy, being the fourth and last, beginningAnno Mundi , 3213.
© Anne Bradstreet
prologue
After some dayes of rest, my restless heart
The Epileptic
© Leon Gellert
His splendid heart is set within a frame
Of manly massiveness, and giant limbs.
