Poems begining by T
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The Venetian Gondolier
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airs
Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;
And Night!-- sweet Night -- serenely wears
A smile of peace; her noon is nigh.
The Song of the Ungirt Runners
© Charles Hamilton Sorley
We swing ungirded hips,
And lightened are our eyes,
The rain is on our lips,
We do not run for prize.
The Party
© Weldon Kees
The obscene hostess, mincing in the hall,
Gathers the guests around a crystal ball.
It is on the whole an exciting moment;
Mrs. Lefevre stares with her one good eye;
A friendly abdomen rubs against ones back;
Interesting, a portly man is heard to sigh.
The Broken Oar
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once upon Iceland's solitary strand
A poet wandered with his book and pen,
To Germany
© Charles Hamilton Sorley
When it is peace, then we may view again
With new won eyes each other's truer form and wonder.
Grown more loving kind and warm
We'll grasp firm hands and laugh at the old pain,
When it is peace. But until peace, the storm,
The darkness and the thunder and the rain.
Tell Me, Dorinda, Why So Gay
© Charles Sackville
Tell me, Dorinda, why so gay,
Why such embroid'ry, fringe, and lace?
Can any dresses find a way
To stop th'approaches of decay
And mend thy ruin'd face?
The Book Of Joyous Children
© James Whitcomb Riley
Bound and bordered in leaf-green,
Edged with trellised buds and flowers
The Poets Hat
© Robert Fuller Murray
The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,
He passed through the doorway into the street,
A strong wind lifted his hat from his head,
And he uttered some words that were far from sweet.
The Blue Mountains
© Henry Lawson
Above the ashes straight and tall,
Through ferns with moisture dripping,
I climb beneath the sandstone wall,
My feet on mosses slipping.
To The Querulous Poets
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THROW by the trappings of your tinsel rhyme!
Hush the crude voice, whose neverending wail
Blights the sweet song of thrush, or nightingale,--
Set to the treble of our querulous time;
The Rape of the Trap. A Ballad
© William Shenstone
'Twas in a land of learning,
The Muse's favourite city,
Such pranks of late
Were play'd by a rat,
As-tempt one to be witty.
The Yerl O' Waterydeck
© George MacDonald
The wind it blew, and the ship it flew,
And it was "Hey for hame!"
But up an' cried the skipper til his crew,
"Haud her oot ower the saut sea faem."
To The Spanish Admiral Count Gravina
© William Cowper
My rose, Gravina, blooms anew;
And steeped not now in rain,
But in Castalian streams by you,
Will never fade again.
The Greek Boy
© William Cullen Bryant
Gone are the glorious Greeks of old,
Glorious in mien and mind;
Tones
© Madison Julius Cawein
A woman, fair to look upon,
Where waters whiten with the moon;
While down the glimmer of the lawn
The white moths swoon.
To The Virginian Voyage
© Michael Drayton
You brave heroic minds,
Worthy your country's name,
That honour still pursue,
Go, and subdue,
Whilst loit'ring hinds
Lurke here at home with shame.
The Young Warrior
© James Weldon Johnson
Mother, shed no mournful tears,
But gird me on my sword;
And give no utterance to thy fears,
But bless me with thy word.
The Parting
© Michael Drayton
SINCE there 's no help, come let us kiss and part--
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart,
That thus so cleanly I myself can free.
The City at the End of Things
© Archibald Lampman
Beside the pounding cataracts
Of midnight streams unknown to us
'Tis builded in the leafless tracts
And valleys huge of Tartarus.
To the Reader of These Sonnets
© Michael Drayton
Into these Loves who but for Passion looks,
At this first sight here let him lay them by
And seek elsewhere, in turning other books,
Which better may his labor satisfy.
