Poems begining by T
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Times Defence
© Alfred Austin
``Why am I deemed an enemy of men
Who would beyond Life's limit life prolong?
To: Frau Nannette Falk-Auerbach
© Sidney Lanier
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlischen Kunst
Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Willen nach
The Lily Confidante
© Henry Timrod
Lily! lady of the garden!
Let me press my lip to thine!
Love must tell its story, Lily!
Listen thou to mine.
To She Who Is Too Light-hearted
© Charles Baudelaire
Your head, your gesture, your air,
are lovely, like a lovely landscape:
laughters alive, in your face,
a fresh breeze in a clear atmosphere.
The Old Pensioner.
© William Butler Yeats
I had a chair at every hearth,
When no one turned to see
With 'Look at that old fellow there;
And who may he be?'
And therefore do I wander on,
And the fret is on me.
The Hereafter
© James Whitcomb Riley
Hereafter! O we need not waste
Our smiles or tears, whatever befall:
The Future
© Edgar Albert Guest
"The worst is yet to come:"
So wail the doubters glum,
But here's the better view;
"My best I've yet to do."
The Approaching Hour
© William Carlos Williams
You Communists and Republicans!
all you Germans and Frenchmen!
you corpses and quickeners!
The stars are about to melt
and fall on you in tears.
The Rendition
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I HEARD the train's shrill whistle call,
I saw an earnest look beseech,
And rather by that look than speech
My neighbor told me all.
Theophile Being Deny'd His Addresses To King James, Turned
© Richard Lovelace
Si Jaques, le Roy du scavior,
Ne trouue bon de me voir,
Voila la cause infallible!
Car, ravy de mon escrit,
Il creut, que j'estois tout esprit
Et par consequent invisible.
To A Young Lady. On Her Recovery From A Fever
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Why need I say, Louisa dear!
How glad I am to see you here,
A lovely convalescent;
Risen from the bed of pain and fear,
And feverish heat incessant.
The Sea of Sunset
© Emily Dickinson
This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or whither it rushes,
These are the western mystery!
The After-Comers
© Robert Traill Spence Lowell
Their daisy, oak and rose were new;
Fresh runnels down their valleys babbled;
New were red lip, true eyes, fresh dew;
All dells, all shores, had not been rabbled;
Nor yet the rhyming lovers crew
Tree-bark and casement-pane had scrabbled.
There Is a Lady Sweet and Kind
© Thomas Ford
There is a lady sweet and kind,
Was never face so pleas'd my mind;
I did but see her passing by,
And yet I love her till I die.
The Antipodes.
© James Brunton Stephens
A TOWN, a river, hills and trees,
Blue-bounded by the boundless sky
To Quilca, A Country-House in no very good Repair
© Jonathan Swift
Let me thy Properties explain,
A rotten Cabin, dropping Rain;
There Falls with Every Wedding Chime
© Walter Savage Landor
THERE falls with every wedding chime
A feather from the wing of Time.
You pick it up, and say How fair
The Wanderers Return
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
An old heart's mourning is a hideous thing,
And weeds upon an aged weeper cling
Like night upon a grave. The city there,
Gaunt as a woman who has once been fair,
