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 Take, O take those lips away, 138

Tary no longer; toward thyn heritage, 14

Tell me not of a face that's fair, 354

Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, 343

Tell me not what too well I know, 570

Tell me where is Fancy bred, 132

Th' expense of Spirit in a waste of shame, 163

Thank Heaven! the crisis, 696

That time of year thou may'st in me behold, 152

That which her slender waist confined, 304

That zephyr every year, 226

The beauty and the life, 229

The blessèd Damozel lean'd out, 771

The boat is chafing at our long delay, 850

The chough and crow to roost are gone, 510

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, 453

The day begins to droop, 839

The days are sad, it is the Holy tide, 688

The fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays, 777

The forward youth that would appear, 355

The glories of our blood and state, 288

The gray sea and the long black land, 724

The Indian weed witherèd quite, 390

The irresponsive silence of the land, 788

The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!, 601

The king sits in Dunfermline town, 368

The Lady Mary Villiers lies, 294

The lark now leaves his wat'ry nest, 301

The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King, 232

The leaves are falling; so am I, 575

The linnet in the rocky dells, 735

The loppèd tree in time may grow again, 108

The lovely lass o' Inverness, 504

The man of life upright, 175

The merchant, to secure his treasure, 424

The moth's kiss, first!, 723

The murmur of the mourning ghost, 765

The Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth, 91

The rain set early in to-night, 720

The red rose whispers of passion, 831

The reivers they stole Fair Annie, 372

The ring, so worn as you behold, 482

The Rose was sick and smiling died, 255

The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er, 306