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 The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, 39

The spacious firmament on high, 433

The splendour falls on castle walls, 704

The Star that bids the Shepherd fold, 313

The sun descending in the west, 491

The sun rises bright in France, 589

The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, 349

The twentieth year is wellnigh past, 471

The wine of Love is music, 799

The world is too much with us; late and soon, 535

The world's great age begins anew, 607

The year's at the spring, 718

The young May moon is beaming, love, 582

Thee too, modest tressèd maid, 508

Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now, 154

There ance was a may, and she lo'ed na men, 430

There are two births; the one when light, 330

There be none of Beauty's daughters, 598

There is a garden in her face, 168

There is a Lady sweet and kind, 70

There is a mountain and a wood between us, 574

There is a silence where hath been no sound, 648

There is sweet music here that softer falls, 702

There lived a wife at Usher's well, 378

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, 536

There were three ravens sat on a tree, 379

There were twa sisters sat in a bour, 376

There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe, 815

There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, 866

There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest, 722

There's not a nook within this silent Pass, 540

They are all gone into the world of light!, 365

They are waiting on the shore, 804

They flee from me that sometime did me seek, 37

They seem'd, to those who saw them meet, 710

They that have power to hurt and will do none, 155

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, 759

They all were looking for a king, 770

This ae nighte, this ae nighte, 381

This hinder yeir I hard be tald, 17

This is a spray the Bird clung to, 728

This little vault, this narrow room, 295

This winter's weather it waxeth cold, 29