Poems begining by T
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The Three Warnings
© Hester Lynch Piozzi
The tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground;
The Re-Awakening.
© Robert Crawford
Pan's not dead: the earth but waiteth
The burst of new life through the old;
In this way the God still createth
The sparks that animate the mould,
The Poetry Of Spenser
© George Meredith
Lakes where the sunsheen is mystic with splendour and softness;
Vales where sweet life is all Summer with golden romance:
Forests that glimmer with twilight round revel-bright palaces;
Here in our May-blood we wander, careering 'mongst ladies and
knights.
The Response To A Festal Ode
© Confucius
Heaven shields and sets thee fast.
It round thee fair has cast
To The Right Hon. Mr. Dodington
© Edward Young
Balbutius, muffled in his sable cloak,
Like an old Druid from his hollow oak,
As ravens solemn, and as boding, cries,
"Ten thousand worlds for the three unities!"
Ye doctors sage, who through Parnassus teach,
Or quit the tub, or practise what you preach.
The Little Brother
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
O brother, brother, come down to the crags by the bay,
Come down to the caves where I play;
The Dominion.
© James Brunton Stephens
OH, fair Ideal, unto whom
Through days of doubt and nights of gloom
Too Late
© Richard Harris Barham
Too late! though flowerets round me blow,
And clearing skies shine bright and fair;
Their genial warmth avails not now -
Thou art not here the beam to share.
To William Mitford, Esq.
© Henry James Pye
Mitford, the candid Critic of my lays,
Who oft when wild my careless Muse would sing
The Birch-Tree
© James Russell Lowell
Rippling through thy branches goes the sunshine,
Among thy leaves that palpitate forever;
Ovid in thee a pining Nymph had prisoned,
The soul once of some tremulous inland river,
Quivering to tell her woe, but, ah! dumb, dumb forever!
The Gift of Tritemius
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Tritemius of Herbipolis, one day,
While kneeling at the altar's foot to pray,
Alone with God, as was his pious choice,
Heard from without a miserable voice,
A sound which seemed of all sad things to tell,
As of a lost soul crying out of hell.
The Melbourne International Exhibition A. D. 1880
© Mary Hannay Foott
And thou who once wast Pharaoh's, and thou whose palm-thatched kraals
For centuries made marvel of bold De Gamas sails,
And all that dwell betwixt you, whateer your race and name,
Who seek our shores in kindness, we thank you that you came.
To Charles Lloyd
© Charles Lamb
A stranger, and alone, I past those scenes
We past so late together; and my heart
The Fox And The Huntsman
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HARD 'tis on a fox's traces
To arrive, midst forest-glades;
The Grand Consulation
© George Canning
If the health and the strength, and the pure vital breath
Of old England, at last must be doctor'd to death,
Oh! why must we die of one doctor alone?
And why must that doctor be just such a one
As Doctor Henry Addington?
To a Friend
© Mathilde Blind
TO you who dwell withdrawn, above
The world's tumultuous strife,
And, in an atmosphere of love,
Have triumphed over life;
