e 167
There be none of Beauty's daughters 204
There is a flower, the lesser Celandine 253
There is a garden in her face 92
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away 252
There's not a nook within this solemn Pass 340
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream 341
The sea hath many thousand sands 33
The sun is warm, the sky is clear 256
The sun upon the lake is low 304
The twentieth year is well-nigh past 192
The world is too much with us; late and soon 330
They are all gone into the world of light 109
They that have power to hurt, and will do none 26
This is the month, and this the happy morn 56
This Life, which seems so fair 51
Though others may her brow adore 21
Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white 34
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness 331
Three years she grew in sun and shower 209
Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream 146
Timely blossom, Infant fair 138
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry 54
Toll for the Brave 148
To me, fair Friend, you never can be old 11
To one who has been long in city pent 282
Turn back, you wanton flyer 16
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won 129
'Twas on a lofty vase's side 137
Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea 241

Under the greenwood tree 7
Upon my lap my sovereign sits 105

Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying 333
Victorious men of earth, no more 74

Waken, lords and ladies gay 272
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie 168
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee 37
Weep you no more, sad fountains 14
Were I as base as is the lowly plain 21
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