Poems begining by T
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The Vassal
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
WIND of the North, O far, wild wind
Born of a far, lone sea--
When suns are soft and breezes kind
Why are you kin to me?
The Swallows
© John Jay Chapman
THE hills of Camden mile on mile
Fling their green mantle o'er the bay;
The dark waves dance about the isle
Where we have nested many a day.
The shadows mount; the air is chill;
Away!
The Town Marshal
© Edgar Lee Masters
The Prohibitionists made me Town Marshal
When the saloons were voted out,
Because when I was a drinking man,
Before I joined the church, I killed a Swede
The Gift Of The Sea
© Rudyard Kipling
The dead child lay in the shroud,
And the widow watched beside;
And her mother slept, and the Channel swept
The gale in the teeth of the tide.
Troopin'
© Rudyard Kipling
The ~Malabar~'s in 'arbour with the ~Jumner~ at 'er tail,
An' the time-expired's waitin' of 'is orders for to sail.
Ho! the weary waitin' when on Khyber 'ills we lay,
But the time-expired's waitin' of 'is orders 'ome to-day.
To A Husband
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
This is to the crown and blessing of my life,
The much loved husband of a happy wife;
The Man From The Crowd
© Sam Walter Foss
Men seem as alike as the leaves on the trees,
As alike as the bees in a swarming of bees;
The Lovers Colloquy
© Victor Marie Hugo
DONNA SOL. Night is too silent, darkness too profound
Oh, for a star to shine, a voice to sound--
To raise some sudden note of music now
Suited to night.
The Epilogue
© Richard Lovelace
The stubborne author of the trifle crime,
That just now cheated you of two hours' time,
Presumptuous it lik't him, began to grow
Carelesse, whether it pleased you or no.
The Coming Of Winter
© Alexander Pushkin
_Stanzas from "Onegin"_
Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,
Thomas Ross, Jr.
© Edgar Lee Masters
This I saw with my own eyes:
A cliff-swallow
Made her nest in a hole of the high clay-bank
There near Miller's Ford.
To George Herwegh
© Heinrich Heine
Herwegh, you lark of iron!
You rise on a swift and jubilant wing,
Toward sunlight and freedom, Liberty's lover!
Is the long winter really over?
Is Germany really awake to the Spring?
The Silence In The Church
© Ada Cambridge
O Holy Spirit, we entreat,
Send down Thy quickening fire;
Let Thine own presence, dread and sweet,
These waiting hearts in spire.
The Fly
© Karl Shapiro
O hideous little bat, the size of snot,
With polyhedral eye and shabby clothes,
They Did Not See Thy Face
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Some on the pleasant hillside have thought they saw thee pass,
As flings a cloud before the sun a shadow on the grass.
The Heroes
© Katharine Tynan
By such strange and wonderful ways
God would save His world again.
All our days are holy days,
Starry heroes all our men.
The Glow-Worm To Her Love
© Edith Nesbit
BENEATH cool ferns, in dewy grass,
Among the leaves that fringe the stream,
I hear the feet of lovers pass,
--I hide all day, and dream.
