The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, 39
The spacious firmament on high, 433
The splendour falls on castle walls, 704
The Star that bids the Shepherd fold, 313
The sun descending in the west, 491
The sun rises bright in France, 589
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, 349
The twentieth year is wellnigh past, 471
The wine of Love is music, 799
The world is too much with us; late and soon, 535
The world's great age begins anew, 607
The year's at the spring, 718
The young May moon is beaming, love, 582
Thee too, modest tressèd maid, 508
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now, 154
There ance was a may, and she lo'ed na men, 430
There are two births; the one when light, 330
There be none of Beauty's daughters, 598
There is a garden in her face, 168
There is a Lady sweet and kind, 70
There is a mountain and a wood between us, 574
There is a silence where hath been no sound, 648
There is sweet music here that softer falls, 702
There lived a wife at Usher's well, 378
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 536
There were three ravens sat on a tree, 379
There were twa sisters sat in a bour, 376
There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe, 815
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, 866
There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest, 722
There's not a nook within this silent Pass, 540
They are all gone into the world of light!, 365
They are waiting on the shore, 804
They flee from me that sometime did me seek, 37
They seem'd, to those who saw them meet, 710
They that have power to hurt and will do none, 155
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, 759
They all were looking for a king, 770
This ae nighte, this ae nighte, 381
This hinder yeir I hard be tald, 17
This is a spray the Bird clung to, 728
This little vault, this narrow room, 295
This winter's weather it waxeth cold, 29
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