Poems begining by T
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The Ohio Falls
© Madison Julius Cawein
On, on they come, a beautiful, mad troop!
On, on, along the sandy banks that fling
Red pebble-freckled arms far out to stay
The riotous waves that ride and hurl along
In casque and shield and wind their wat'ry horns.
The Magic Mulligan
© Arthur Chapman
A rider from the Two-Bar come with news from off the range:
He said he's seen a dust cloud that looked almighty strange,
The Uses Of Poetry
© William Carlos Williams
I've fond anticipation of a day
O'erfilled with pure diversion presently,
For I must read a lady poesy
The while we glide by many a leafy bay,
To A Friend Concerning Several Ladies
© William Carlos Williams
And in the marshes
the crickets run
on the sunny dike's top and
make burrows there, the water
reflects the reeds and the reeds
move on their stalks and rattle drily.
The Horse And The Olive: Or, War And Peace
© Thomas Parnell
With Moral Tale let Ancient Wisdom move,
Which thus I sing to make the Moderns wise:
The Cold Night
© William Carlos Williams
It is cold. The white moon
is up among her scattered stars
like the bare thighs of
the Police Sergeant's wifeamong
The Desolate Field
© William Carlos Williams
Vast and grey, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are vast and grey and
To A Noble Friend In His Sickness
© Sir Henry Wotton
Untimely Feaver, rude insulting guest,
How didst thou with such unharmonious heat
Dare to distune his well-composed rest;
Whose heart so just and noble stroaks did beat?
The Milk Maid on the First of May
© Robert Bloomfield
Hail, MAY! lovely MAY! how replenish'd my pails!
The young Dawn overspreads the East streak'd with gold!
My glad heart beats time to the laugh of the Vales,
And COLIN'S voice rings through the woods from the fold.
The Stedfast Shepherd
© George Wither
Hence away, thou Syren, leave me!
Pish! unclaspe these wanton armes;
The School At War
© Sir Henry Newbolt
All night before the brink of death
In fitful sleep the army lay,
For through the dream that stilled their breath
Too gauntly glared the coming day.
To A Friend
© William Carlos Williams
What will the good Father in Heaven say
to the local judge if he do not solve this problem?
A little two-pointed smile andpouff!
the law is changed into a mouthful of phrases.
Tract
© William Carlos Williams
I will teach you my townspeople
how to perform a funeral
for you have it over a troop
of artists
unless one should scour the world
you have the ground sense necessary.
