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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