Poems begining by T
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The Power of Armies is a Visible Thing
© William Wordsworth
The power of Armies is a visible thing,
Formal and circumscribed in time and space;
The Looks Of A Lover Enamoured
© George Gascoigne
THOU, with thy looks, on whom I look full oft,
And find therein great cause of deep delight,
The Australiad
© Mary Hannay Foott
Meanwhile the hardy Dutchmen came,as ancient charts attest,
Hartog, and Nuyts, and Carpenter, and Tasman, and the rest,
But found not forests rich in spice, nor market for their wares,
Nor servile tribes to toil oertasked mid pestilential airs,
And deemed it scarce worth while to claim so poor a continent,
But with their slumberous tropic isles thenceforward were content.
The Patteran
© Henry Lawson
I have given the love for their native land, wherever that land may be
(My children came from the East, my friends, and round by the Northern Sea),
And a son of a son of mine enemy, to the end of his treacherous line,
Shall be stricken to earth, if he dare but speak, by a son of a son of mine.
That the world shall know and my name shall glow in the light of the aftershine,
I have set the lines on my childrens palms as my fathers did on mine.
The Moon And Sea
© George Darley
Whilst the moon decks herself in Neptune's glass
And ponders over her image in the sea,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: C
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
AGE
O Age, thou art the very thief of joy,
For thou hast rifled many a proud fool
Of all his passions, hoarded by a rule
The Russian Mind
© Vyacheslav Ivanovich Ivanov
Willful and avid mind,-
The Russian mind is dangerous as flame:
So unrestrainable, so clear,
A happy and a gloomy mind.
The Reformer
© John Greenleaf Whittier
ALL grim and soiled and brown with tan,
I saw a Strong One, in his wrath,
Smiting the godless shrines of man
Along his path.
The Last Invocation
© Walt Whitman
From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks-with a whisper,
Set open the doors O soul.
The Cynotaph
© Richard Harris Barham
Poor Tray charmant!
Poor Tray de mon Ami!
- Dog-bury, and Vergers.
The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius - Book II.
© James Beattie
I.
Of chance or change O let not man complain,
Else shall he never never cease to wail:
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain
The Girl He Left Behind
© Edgar Albert Guest
We used to think her frivolousyou know how
parents are,
To--
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
BELOVÈD! in this holy hush of night,
I know that thou art looking to the South,
Fair face and cordial brow bathed in the light
Of tender Heavens, and o'er thy delicate mouth
The Hunters Of Men
© John Greenleaf Whittier
HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,
Through cane-brake and forest, the hunting of men?
The lords of our land to this hunting have gone,
As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn;
The Earth Laments for Day
© Henry Kendall
THERES music wafting on the air,
The evening winds are sighing
Among the treesand yonder stream
Is mournfully replying,
Lamenting loud the sunny light
That in the west is dying.
The Nightingale
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
WHEN twilight's grey and pensive hour
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower,
And bids the solitary star
Shine in pale beauty from afar;
The Bohemian
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Bring me the livery of no other man.
I am my own to robe me at my pleasure.
Accepted rules to me disclose no treasure:
What is the chief who shall my garments plan?
No garb conventional but I 'll attack it.
(Come, why not don my spangled jacket?)
The Mood O The Earth
© Madison Julius Cawein
My heart is high, is high, my dear,
And the warm wind sunnily blows;
My heart is high with a mood that's cheer,
And burns like a sun-blown rose.
Thoughts In A Wheat-Field
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IN his wide fields walks the Master,
In his fair fields, ripe for harvest,
Where the evening sun shines slant-wise
On the rich ears heavy bending;
The Dancing Bear
© James Russell Lowell
Far over Elf-land poets stretch their sway,
And win their dearest crowns beyond the goal
