Poems begining by T
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To Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
(Dedication of Calderon's "Chrysanthus and Daria.")
Pensive within the Coliseum's walls
The Mother Mary
© George MacDonald
Mary, to thee the heart was given
For infant hand to hold,
And clasp thus, an eternal heaven,
The great earth in its fold.
The Circumcision Of Christ
© John Keble
The year begins with Thee,
And Thou beginn'st with woe,
To let the world of sinners see
That blood for sin must flow.
The Four Princesses At Wilna. A Photograph
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sweet faces, that from pictured casements lean
As from a castle window, looking down
The Warning.
© Adelaide Crapsey
JUST now,
Out of the strange
Still dusk . . . as strange, as still . . .
A white moth flew . . . Why am I grown
So cold?
The Highland Broach
© William Wordsworth
If to Tradition faith be due,
And echoes from old verse speak true,
The Playmate
© Rudyard Kipling
She is not Folly - that I know.
Her steadfast eyelids tell me so
When, at the hour the lights divide,
She steals as summonsed to my side.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10:
© Conrad Aiken
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees
The soft blue starlight through the one small window,
The moon above black trees, and clouds, and Venus,
And turns to write . . . The clock, behind ticks softly.
The Recruit's Ball
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Ned, boy! your head, boy!
She'll strike you dead, boy!
There she goes at your nose!
Deuce strike you dead, boy!
The Return
© Edith Nesbit
Then I beat on the window, and called, and cried.
No one heard me, and none replied.
The golden silence lay warm and deep,
And I wept as the dead, forgotten, weep;
And there was no one to hear or see -
To comfort me, to have pity on me.
The Faithless Lover
© Bliss William Carman
I
O LIFE, dear Life, in this fair house
Long since did I, it seems to me,
In some mysterious doleful way
Fall out of love with thee.
The Lilac
© William Barnes
Zoo let me zee noo darksome cloud
Bedim to-day thy flow'ry sh'oud,
But let en bloom on ev'ry spraÿ,
Drough all the days o' zunny Maÿ.
The Statues
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Tarry a moment, happy feet,
That to the sound of laughter glide!
O glad ones of the evening street,
Behold what forms are at your side!
The Spectral Horseman
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
What was the shriek that struck Fancy's ear
As it sate on the ruins of time that is past?
Hark! it floats on the fitful blast of the wind,
And breathes to the pale moon a funeral sigh.
The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo
© Rudyard Kipling
This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run by a Boomer.
Run in a single burst-only event of its kind-
Started by Big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma,
Old Man Kangaroo first, Yellow-Dog Dingo behind.
