Poems begining by T
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The Progress Of Marriage
© Jonathan Swift
So have I seen within a pen,
Young ducklings fostered by a hen;
But when let out, they run and muddle,
As instinct leads them, in a puddle;
The sober hen, not born to swim,
With mournful note clucks round the brim.
To My Mother Earth
© George MacDonald
O Earth, Earth, Earth,
I am dying for love of thee,
For thou hast given me birth,
And thy hands have tended me.
The Orphan
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Alone, alone! - no other face
Wears kindred smile, kindred line;
The Ardennes Forest
© Zbigniew Herbert
Cup your hands to scoop up sleep
as you would draw a grain of water
The Silent Battle
© Sara Teasdale
(In Memory of J. W. T. Jr.)
HE was a soldier in that fight
Where there is neither flag nor drum,
And without sound of musketry
The Symptoms of Love
© William Cowper
Would my Delia know if I love, let her take
My last thought at night, and the first when I wake;
With my prayers and best wishes preferred for her sake.
The Will And The Wing
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
To have the will to soar, but not the wings,
Eyes fixed forever on a starry height,
Whence stately shapes of grand imaginings
Flash down the splendors of imperial light;
To A Girl In A Garden
© Sappho
O soft and dainty maiden, from afar
I watch you, as amidst the flowers you move,
And pluck them, singing.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: V
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
ON THE POWER OF HER BEAUTY
I am lighthearted now. An hour ago
There was a tempest in my heaven, a flame
Of sullen lightning under a bent brow
The Princes' Quest - Part the First
© William Watson
There was a time, it passeth me to say
How long ago, but sure 'twas many a day
The Brandy Glass
© Louis MacNeice
Only let it form within his hands once more -
The moment cradled like a brandy glass.
The Curlew Song
© Henry Kendall
The viewless blast flies moaning past,
Away to the forest trees,
Where giant pines and leafless vines
The Last Buccaneer
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
The winds were yelling, the waves were swelling,
The sky was black and drear,
When the crew with eyes of flame brought the ship without a name
Alongside the last Buccaneer.
The Death-Day Of Korner
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
A song for the death-day of the brave
A song of pride!
The youth went down to a hero's grave,
With the sword, his bride.
The Poet
© Haniel Long
I take what never can be taken,
Touch what cannot be;
I wake what never could awaken,
But for me.
The Fallen Elm
© Alfred Austin
The popinjay screamed from tree to tree,
Then was lost in the burnished leaves;
The sky was as blue as a southern sea,
And the swallow came back to the eaves.
The Cypress-Tree Of Ceylon
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THEY sat in silent watchfulness
The sacred cypress-tree about,
And, from beneath old wrinkled brows,
Their failing eyes looked out.
The Teacher
© Leon Gellert
A Cross is slanting tween two withered trees -
I saw him first in peace, amid a crowd
