Poems begining by T
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The Death Of Regret
© Thomas Hardy
I opened my shutter at sunrise,
And looked at the hill hard by,
And I heartily grieved for the comrade
Who wandered up there to die.
The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child
© James Whitcomb Riley
I bear dis cross dis many a mile.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
The Nativity Of The Blessed Virgin Mary
© Alessandro Manzoni
O'er the hills of the country, a went climbing one day,
In the stillness a Nazarene carpenter's bride,
A visit, unseen, to the cottage to pay
Of a happy old wife in first pregnancy's pride.
The Artemus Of Michigan
© James Whitcomb Riley
Grand Haven is in Michigan, and in possession, too,
Of as many rare attractions as our party ever knew:--
The Keeper of Sheep (Excepts)
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
But my sadness is calm
Because it is natural and right
And is what there should be in the soul
When it is thinking it exists
And the hands are picking flowers without noticing
which.
The Room Beneath the Rafters
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Sometimes when I have dropped asleep,
Draped in soft luxurious gloom,
The Wrist Watch Man
© Edgar Albert Guest
He is marching dusty highways and he's riding bitter trails,
His eyes are clear and shining and his muscles hard as nails.
He is wearing Yankee khaki and a healthy coat of tan,
And the chap that we are backing is the Wrist Watch Man.
The Despair
© Abraham Cowley
Beneath this gloomy shade,
By Nature only for my sorrows made,
I'll spend this voyce in crys,
In tears I'll waste these eyes
The Star On His Forehead
© William Henry Ogilvie
The lift of his action is rhythmic and right,
His depth through the heart is a horseman's delight,
The Second Hymn for Advent; or Christ's coming to Jerusalem in Triumph
© Jeremy Taylor
Lord come away,
Why dost Thou stay?
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XC
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE PRIDE OF UNBELIEF
When I complained that I had lost my hope
Of life eternal with the eternal God;
When I refused to read my horoscope
To The Mind Of Man
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
So soon as from the Earth formless and rude
One living step had chased drear Solitude
Thou wert, Thought; thy brightness charmed the lids
Of the vast snake Eternity, who kept
The tree of good and evil.--
The Two Rabbins
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE Rabbi Nathan two-score years and ten
Walked blameless through the evil world, and then,
The Gentle Hint
© Edward Harrington
The old man sat upon his swag his eyes were red and bleared.
I doubt hed had a wash for days or even combed his beard.
He cadged my pouch and filled his pipe and calmly blew a cloud
Some blokes aint got no pride he said, but I was always proud.
The Mobilization In Brittany
© Grace Fallow Norton
It was silent in the street.
I did not know until a woman told me,
Sobbing over the muslin she sold me.
Then I went out and walked to the square
And saw a few dazed people standing there.
The Meeting
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The elder folks shook hands at last,
Down seat by seat the signal passed.
