Poems begining by T
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The Road to Avernus, Scene XI 'Ten Paces Off'
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
I've won the two tosses from Prescot;
Now hear me, and hearken and heed,
And pull that vile flower from your waistcoat,
And throw down that beast of a weed;
The Sea-Mew
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I had loved the pretty birds that by my window sung
The gentle thrush that had his nest the perfumed pines among;
The chaffinch with his sudden note, his song so clear and bold;
The sad rhyme of the robin, too, that came when winds grew cold;
The Gentlest Lady
© Dorothy Parker
They say He was a serious child,
And quiet in His ways;
They say the gentlest lady smiled
To hear the neighbors' praise.
The Complacent Slacker
© Edgar Albert Guest
When he was just a lad in school,
He used to sit around and fool
The Finer Thought
© Edgar Albert Guest
How fine it is at night to say:
"I have not wronged a soul to-day.
The Long, Lone Road
© Roderic Quinn
YOU that had the soft path
And the lights, brightly glowing,
Your laugh is very still, and your hands are very chill,
And where may you be going?
The Author Asserts The Vast Intellectual Superiority Of The Germans To Americans
© Charles Godfrey Leland
DERE'S a liddle fact in hishdory vitch few hafe oondershtand,
Deutschers are, de jure, de owners of dis land,
Und I brides mineslf oonshpeak-barly dat I foorst make be-known,
De primordial cause dat Columbus vas derivet from Cologne.
The Voice
© Rupert Brooke
Safe in the magic of my woods
I lay, and watched the dying light.
Faint in the pale high solitudes,
And washed with rain and veiled by night,
The Last Of The Flock
© William Wordsworth
I
IN distant countries have I been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full grown,
The Priesthood
© George Herbert
Blest Order, which in power dost so excell,
That with th' one hand thou liftest to the sky,
And with the other throwest down to hell
In thy just centures; fain would I draw nigh,
Fain put thee on, exchanging my lay-sword
For that of th' holy word.
The Battle Autumn of 1862
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The flags of war like storm birds fly,
The charging trumpets blow;
Yet rolls no thunder in the sky,
No earthquake strives below.
The Paphian Venus
© Madison Julius Cawein
With anxious eyes and dry, expectant lips,
Within the sculptured stoa by the sea,
All day she waited while, like ghostly ships,
Long clouds rolled over Paphos: the wild bee
Hung in the sultry poppy, half asleep,
Beside the shepherd and his drowsy sheep.
The Two Coffins
© Eugene Field
In yonder old cathedral
Two lovely coffins lie;
In one, the head of the state lies dead,
And a singer sleeps hard by.
The Hermit Thrush
© Henry Van Dyke
O wonderful! How liquid clear
The molten gold of that ethereal tone,
The Young Rat And His Dam, The Cock And The Cat
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
I paus'd a while, to meditate a Speech,
And now was stepping just within his reach;
When that rude Clown began his hect'ring Cry,
And made me for my Life, and from th' Attempt to fly.
Indeed 'twas Time, the shiv'ring Beldam said,
To scour the Plain, and be of Life afraid.
The Love Song of Har Dyal
© Rudyard Kipling
Alone upon the housetops to the North
I turn and watch the lightnings in the sky-
The glamour of thy footsteps in the North.
Come back to me, Beloved, or I die.
To Joy
© Sara Teasdale
Lo, I am happy, for my eyes have seen
Joy glowing here before me, face to face;
His wings were arched above me for a space,
I kissed his lips, no bitter came between.
The Eye
© Allen Tate
I see the horses and the sad streets
Of my childhood in an agate eye
Roving, under the clean sheets,
Over a black hole in the sky.
