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Take of English earth as much, 26
Tell it to the locked-up trees, 24
The beasts are very wise, 143
The Camel's hump is an ugly lump, 182
The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Ballyhoo, 73
The doors were wide, the story saith, 135
The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break
in fire, 114
The lark will make her hymn to God, 84
The Law whereby my lady moves, 230
The night we felt the earth would move, 253
The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the
snow, 252
There are three degrees of bliss, 156
There is pleasure in the wet, wet clay, 81
There is sorrow enough in the natural way, 168
There runs a road by Merrow Down, 176
There's a convict more in the Central Jail, 137
There's no wind along these seas, 290
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid, 81
There was never a Queen like Balkis, 191
There were three friends that buried the fourth, 85
These are the Four that are never content, that have
never been filled since the Dews began, 248
These were my companions going forth by night, 69
The Stranger within my gate, 100
The stream is shrunk--the pool is dry, 246
The torn boughs trailing o'er the tusks aslant, 133
The Weald is good, the Downs are best, 9
The wind took off with the sunset, 254
The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn, 84
The World hath set its heavy yoke, 32
They burnt a corpse upon the sand, 33
They killed a child to please the Gods, 132
They shut the road through the woods, 6
This I saw when the rites were done, 79
This is the mouth-filling song of the race that was run
by a Boomer, 186
Three things make earth unquiet, 124
Thrones, Powers, Dominions, People