Thou art to all lost love the best, 267
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, 625
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, 398
Though beauty be the mark of praise, 189
Three years she grew in sun and shower, 518
Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way, 583
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, 748
Throw away Thy rod, 283
Thus the Mayne glideth, 717
Thus when the silent grave becomes, 447
Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts, 148
Thy restless feet now cannot go, 341
Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep, 420
Tiger, tiger, burning bright, 489
Time is the feather'd thing, 296
'Tis a dull sight, 697
To all you ladies now at land, 408
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb, 460
To live within a cave—it is most good, 792
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, 159
To mute and to material things, 548
To my true king I offer'd free from stain, 657
To the Ocean now I fly, 316
To these whom death again did wed, 342
To-day, all day, I rode upon the down, 820
To-night retired, the queen of heaven, 463
Too late for love, too late for joy, 779
Too solemn for day, too sweet for night, 639
Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, 812
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank, 367
Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?, 744
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, 456
'Twas the dream of a God, 881
Twenty years hence my eyes may grow, 560
Under the greenwood tree, 135
Under the wide and starry sky, 848
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, 772
Underneath this myrtle shade, 350
Underneath this sable herse, 246
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!, 683
Up the airy mountain, 769
Upon my lap my sovereign sits, 165
Urns and odours bring away!, 142
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