The wintry west extends his blast
The woods decay, the woods decay and fail.
They made her a grave too cold and damp
They told me I was heir: I turned in haste
They that never had the use
Think we King Harry strong
This ae night, this ae night

This army led by a delicate and tender prince
This bright wood-fire

This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
This knight a doughter hadde by his wif.
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire
Thou art not gone, being gone

dew

Thou blossom bright with autumn
Though the day of my destiny's over
Thou hast learned the woes of all the world
Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeannie
Thou hidden love of God! whose height
Thou that art our queen again

Thou that hast a daughter

Thou that hast given so much to me.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!

Thou whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance.
Three days through sapphire seas we sailed
Three poets in three distant ages born

Three score o' nobles rade up the king's ha'
Three years she grew in sun and shower.
Thy braes were bonny, yarrow stream.
Thy voice is heard through rolling drums
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright

Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep.

'Tis madness to resist or blame

'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more.

'Tis not every day that I

'Tis not in battles that from youth we train

"Tis truth, although this truth's a star

To be furious

To beguile the time

To be no more- sad cure

To be or not to be, that is the question

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb

To heroism and holiness

Toiling in the naked fields

To keep the lamp alive

To me men are for what they are

Toll for the brave.

COWPER

463

To the belfry one by one, went the ringers from the sun MRS. BROWNING.
To the Lords of Convention

404

SCOTT

449

True bard and simple, -as the race

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky

"Twas All-Souls' eve, and Surrey's heart beat high

"Twas at the royal feast for Persia won

Two went to pray-oh! rather say

Two voices are there; one is of the sea

When biting Boreas, fell and doure
Whence is it that the air so sudden clears
When Chapman billies leave the street
When coldness wraps this suffering clay
When daisies pied and violets blue
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought

When first thou didst entice to thee my heart
When Flora with her fragrant flowers.
When God at first made man

When I a verse shall make

When I consider how my light is spent

When I do count the clock that tells the time

When I love as some have told.

When Love with unconfinèd wings

When Music, heavenly maid, was young

When spring to woods and wastes around
When the British warrior queen

Who counts himself as nobly born

Ye sigh not when the sun his course fulfilled

When the moon is on the wave

When the radiant morn of creation broke
When we in our viciousness grow hard
When whispering strains with creeping wind.
When wise Minerva still was young

When with the virgin morning thou dost rise.
Where dost thou careless lie

Where have ye been, ye ill woman?

Where is Timarchus gone?

Where like a pillow on a bed

Where the bee sucks, there suck I

Where the remote Bermudas ride

Which I wish to remark.

While from the purpling east departs

While malice, Pope, denies thy page

Whither midst falling dew.

Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
Ye mariners of England

Ye scattered birds that faintly sing
Yes, I answered you last night

Yet a few days, and thee

Yet do I fear thy nature.

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more

Your grace shall pardon me

BYRON
SHAKSPEARE

378

207

You that can look through Heaven, and tell the stars BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

155

Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown

LOWELL

494