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T Take, O take those lips away
Tarye no lenger; toward thyn heritage
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
Tell me not what too well I know
Tell me where is Fancy bred
Thank Heaven! the crisis
That time of year thou may'st in me behold
That zephyr every year
Th' expense of Spirit in a waste of shame
The blessed Damozel lean'd out
The beauty and the life
The boat is chafing at our long delay
The corn has turned from grey to red
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
The day begins to droop
The day is past and the toilers cease
The earth grows white with harvest; all day long
The forward youth that would appear
The gray sea and the long black land
The irresponsive silence of the land
The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece
The Lady Mary Villiers lies
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King
The leaves are falling; so am I
The linnet in the rocky dells
The lopped tree in time may grow again
The lovely lass o' Inverness
The man of life upright
The merchant, to secure his treasure
The more we live, more brief appear
The moth's kiss, first!
The night Don Juan came to pay his fees
The Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
The rain set early in to-night
The Rose was sick and smiling died
The sea is calm to-night
The silver trumpets rang across the Dome
The song of a man who was dead
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings
The splendour falls on castle walls
The strangest of adventures
The sun descending in the west
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain
The twentieth year is wellnigh past
The world is too much with us; late and soon
The world's great age begins anew
The year 's at the spring
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now
There be none of Beauty's daughters
There is a garden in her face
There is a mountain and a wood between us
There is a silence where hath been no sound
There is sweet music here that softer falls
There lies a photograph of you
There lies afar behind a western hill
There 's a woman like a dewdrop, she 's so purer than the purest
There 's not a nook within this solemn Pass
There stands a hostel by a travelled way
There was a time in Europe long ago
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares
They are all gone into the world of light!
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
They that have power to hurt, and will do none
They will trample our gardens to mire, they will bury our city in fire
This hinder yeir I hard be tald
This is a spray the Bird clung to
This little vault, this narrow room
This mighty empire hath but feet of clay
Thou art to all lost love the best
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies
Though beauty be the mark of praise
Three Kings have come to Bethlehem
Three years she grew in sun and shower
Thro' May time blossoms, with whisper low
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts
Throw away Thy rod
Thus the Mayne glideth
Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts
Thy restless feet now cannot go
Tis a dull sight
To-day, all day, I rode upon the down
To drift with every passion till my soul
To me, fair friend, you never can be old
To mute and to material things
To my true king I offer'd free from stain
To these whom death again did wed
Too late for love, too late for joy
Tread lightly, she is near
Twas on a lofty vase's side
Twenty years hence my eyes may grow
Two good friends had Hiawatha
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood


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