Poems begining by T

The Mole Part One

© Wilhelm Busch

In seinem Garten freudevoll

Geht hier ein Gärtner namens Knoll.

The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto I

© Sir Walter Scott

XV
  River Spirit
"Sleep'st thou, brother?"-

Translation From Horace

© George Gordon Byron

[Justum et tenacem propositi virum, &c.]
The man of firm and noble soul
No factious clamours can control;
No threat'ning tyrant's darkling brow

The Welcome Home

© Charlotte Bronte

  Above the city hangs the moon,

  Some clouds are boding rain;

The Bishop and the Busman

© William Schwenck Gilbert

It was a Bishop bold,
And London was his see,
He was short and stout and round about
And zealous as could be.

The Gipsy's Camp

© John Clare

How oft on Sundays, when I'd time to tramp,

My rambles led me to a gipsy's camp,

Twenty-One Love Poems XVIII

© Adrienne Rich

The Hunter's Vision

© William Cullen Bryant

Upon a rock that, high and sheer,
  Rose from the mountain's breast,
A weary hunter of the deer
  Had sat him down to rest,
And bared to the soft summer air
His hot red brow and sweaty hair.

The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies

© Thomas Hood

I
'Twas in that mellow season of the year
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves
Till they be gold,—and with a broader sphere

To Charles Walker

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

WHEREAS ! L. Gordon having gone away

By virtue of the law we here decree

The Choice of Valentines

© Thomas Nashe

Pardon sweete flower of matchless Poetrie,

And fairest bud the red rose euer bare ;

The Two Friends

© Charles Godfrey Leland

I HAVE two friends—two glorious friends—two better could not be,

And every night when midnight tolls they meet to laugh with me.

The Circles

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

‘Within yon world-wide cirque of war

  What's hidden which they fight so for?’

Two Sonnets. To Haydon, With A Sonnet Written On Seeing The Elgin Marbles

© John Keats

I.

Haydon! forgive me that I cannot speak

To Amanda - Come, Dear Amanda, Quit The Town

© James Thomson

Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,
And to the rural hamlets fly;
Behold! the wintry storms are gone;
A gentle radiance glads the sky.

The Hospital Window

© James Dickey

I have just come down from my father.
Higher and higher he lies
Above me in a blue light
Shed by a tinted window.
I drop through six white floors
And then step out onto pavement.

TO Mr.T.W.

© John Donne

PREGNANT again with th' old twins, Hope and Fear,
Oft have I asked for thee, both how and where
Thou wert ; and what my hopes of letters were ;

Tam Lin

© Anonymous

O I forbid you, maidens a',
That wear gowd on your hair,
To come or gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there.

The Seed-Shop

© Muriel Stuart

Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.

The Guest House

© John Le Gay Brereton

  What imps are these that come with scowl and leer?

  Black motes upon the morning’s amber beam,