To Be In Love (by: Yunus Emre) To be in love with love is to gain a soul, to sit on the throne of hearts. continue reading
To Mr. Barbauld (by: Anna Lætitia Barbauld (1743-1825)) Come, clear thy studious looks awhile, 'T is arrant treason now To wear that moping brow, When I, thy empress, bid thee smile. continue reading
To The Others (by: Katharine Tynan) This was the gleam then that lured from far Your son and my son to the Holy War: Your son and my son for the accolade With the banner of Christ over them, in steel arrayed. continue reading
To The Virginian Voyage (by: Michael Drayton) You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country's name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit'ring hinds Lurke here at home with shame. continue reading
To-Day (by: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)) Let kings and conquerors, saints and soldiers sleep Late in the world,--too late perchance for fame, Just late enough to reap abundant blame, continue reading
Tomorrow Is Another Day (by: Lisa G. Leming) Sometimes I think you want to tell me Why you are so melancholy Deep and lonely as a grave In an underwater cave continue reading
Too Late (by: Calvin Hart) The wind blows cold across the graves, Of those who died in sin. Those who died without Salvation, Never to live again. continue reading
Touch Wood (by: Helen Foley) But since most lovers falter or contend, And all their promises and all their powers Drift towards a common grave, what chance have we? continue reading
Vain Is The Glory (by: William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)) Vain is the glory of the sky, The beauty vain of field and grove... continue reading
