Poems begining by T
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The Meeting
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
SHE flitted by me on the stair--
A moment since I knew not of her.
Too Big A Price
© Edgar Albert Guest
"They say my boy is bad," she said to me,
A tired old woman, thin and very frail.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Tale; The Cobbler of Hagenau
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Outside his door, one afternoon,
This humble votary of the muse
Sat in the narrow strip of shade
By a projecting cornice made,
Mending the Burgomaster's shoes,
And singing a familiar tune:--
The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.20th February 1437
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I Catherine am a Douglas born,
A name to all Scots dear;
The Tragedy Of Age
© Edgar Albert Guest
I HEARD an old man say today:
"A young man gives me orders now,"
The False Laurel And The True
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'What art thou, Presumptuous, who profanest
The wreath to mighty poets only due,
Even whilst like a forgotten moon thou wanest?
Touch not those leaves which for the eternal few
The Dome Of Sunday
© Karl Shapiro
With focus sharp as Flemish-painted face
In film of varnish brightly fixed
The Oriental Nosegay. By Pickersgill
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Beautiful language! Love's peculiar, own,
But only to the spring and summer known.
Ah! little marvel in such clime and age
As that of our too earth-bound pilgrimage,
That we should daily hear that love is fled,
And hope grown pale, and lighted feelings dead.
To A Departing Favorite
© George Moses Horton
Thou mayst retire, but think of me
When thou art gone afar,
Where'er in life thy travels be,
If tost along the brackish sea,
Or borne upon the car.
The Saddest Fate
© Anonymous
To touch a broken lute,
To strike a jangled string,
To strive with tones forever mute
The dear old tunes to sing--
What sadder fate could any heart befall?
Alas! dear child, never to sing at all.
The Baby's Feet
© Edgar Albert Guest
Pinker than the roses that enrich a summer's day,
Splashing in the bath tub or just kicking them in play,
Nothing in the skies above or earth below as sweet,
As fascinating to me as a baby's little feet.
The Double Transformation, A Tale
© Oliver Goldsmith
Secluded from domestic strife,
Jack Book-worm led a college life;
A fellowship at twenty-five
Made him the happiest man alive;
He drank his glass and crack'd his joke,
And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.
To Revery
© Madison Julius Cawein
What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought,
What walls of bastioned Parian, lucid rose,
The Midnight Mass
© Ada Cambridge
THE light lay trembling in a silver bar
Along the western borders of the sky;
From out the shadowy dome a little star
Stole forth to keep its patient watch on high;
And night came down, with solemn, soft embrace,
On storied Brittany.
To-morrow I'm Losing My Darling
© Anonymous
CHORUS
Oh, bother the missus, and bother her tongue,
And bother her snapping and snarling;
Through wagging her jaws, without any cause,
To-morrow I'm losing my darling.
The Unmarried Mother
© France Preseren
What was the need of you, little one,
My baby dear, my darling son,
To me - a girl, a foolish young thing,
A mother without a wedding ring?
The End Of The Chapter
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Ah, yes, the chapter ends to-day;
We even lay the book away;
But oh, how sweet the moments sped
Before the final page was read!
The ToySeller
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The Toy--seller his idle wares
Carefully ranges, side by side;
With coveting soft earnest airs
The children linger, open--eyed.
The Old Men In The Leaf Smoke
© Archibald MacLeish
The old men rake the yards for winter
Burning the autumn-fallen leaves.
