Poems begining by T
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The Bachelor's Soliloquy
© Edgar Albert Guest
To wed, or not to wed; that is the question;Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe bills and house rent of a wedded fortune,Or to say "nit" when she proposes,And by declining cut her
Thanksgiving
© Edgar Albert Guest
Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice,
An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice;
An' kissin' the girls an' declarin' that they
Are growin' more beautiful day after day;
The Worldling
© John Newton
My barns are full, my stores increase,
And now, for many years,
Soul, eat and drink, and take thine ease,
Secure from wants and fears.
The Pleiades At Midnight
© Johannes Carsten Hauch
We are the nightly weavers
who gather the invisible threads
from the Milky Way's outmost ring
where the end of the loom stands.
The Song of the Barren Orange Tree
© Federico Garcia Lorca
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of being without fruit.
To Ulla
© Carl Michael Bellman
Ulla, mine Ulla, tell me, may I hand thee
Reddest of strawberries in milk or wine?
The Skeleton In The Cupboard
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Just this one day in all the year
Let all be one, let all be dear;
The Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of
Frost, through the absence of objects to reflect the rays. `What no one
with us shares, seems scarce our own.' The presence of a ONE,
The Cock's Clear Voice Into The Clearer Air
© Robert Louis Stevenson
THE cock's clear voice into the clearer air
Where westward far I roam,
Mounts with a thrill of hope,
Falls with a sigh of home.
The Improvisatore
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here he comes. Kate has a favour
to ask of you, Sir ; it is that you will repeat the ballad [Believe me if
all those endearing young charms.--EHC's ? note] that Mr. ____ sang so
sweetly.
The Rosy Hearth
© Paul Verlaine
The rosy hearth, the lamplight's narrow beam,
The meditation that is rather dream,
To The Rev. George Coleridge
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Notus in fratres animi paterni.
Hor. Carm. lib.II.2.A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed
His youth and early manhood in the stir
And turmoil of the world, retreats at length,
The Lost Battle
© Alfred Noyes
It is not over yet-the fight
Where those immortal dreamers failed.
They stormed the citadels of night,
And the night praised them-and prevailed.
To Dorothy Wellesley
© William Butler Yeats
STRETCH towards the moonless midnight of the trees,
As though that hand could reach to where they stand,
To William Wordsworth
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good !
Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
To Rich Givers
© Walt Whitman
WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money-these, as I
The Storm
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Within the pale blue haze above,
Some pitchy shreds took size and form,
The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, o
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost
Beauties and feelings, such as would have been
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age
