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Take heed of loving mee
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Two Voices are there: one is of the Sea


Take heed of loving mee (J. Donne, Meta)
Take, O take those lips away (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
Take, O take those lips away (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
Tall nettles cover up, as they have done (E. Thomas, MBP)
Tarye no lenger; toward thyn heritage (J. Lydgate, OBEV)
Tattered outlaw of the earth (G.K. Chesterton, MBP)
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
Teach me, Father, how to go (E. Markham, MAP)
Tell me no more how fair she is (H. King, Meta)
Tell me not, in mournful numbers (H.W. Longfellow, YBAV)
Tell me not of a face that 's fair (A. Brome, OBEV)
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind (R. Lovelace, Gold)
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind (R. Lovelace, OBEV)
Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkinde (R. Lovelace, Meta)
Tell me not what too well I know (W.S. Landor, OBEV)
Tell me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit (A. Cowley, Meta)
Tell me where is Fancy bred (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
Tell me where is Fancy bred (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
Thames nocturne of blue and gold (O. Wilde, MBP)
Thank Heaven! the crisis (E.A. Poe, OBEV)
That time of year thou may'st in me behold (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
That time of year thou may'st in me behold (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
That which her slender waist confined (E. Waller, Gold)
That which her slender waist confined (E. Waller, OBEV)
That year? Yes, doubtless I remember still (E.C. Stedman, YBAV)
That zephyr every year (W. Drummond, OBEV)
Thee too, modest tressèd maid (H. Rowe, OBEV)
Then came the cry of "Call all hands on deck!(J. Masefield, MBP)
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
There ance was a may, and she lo'ed na men (Lady G. Baillie, OBEV)
There are gains for all our losses (R.H. Stoddard, YBAV)
There are strange shadows fostered of the moon (A.D. Ficke, MAP)
There are three ways in which men take (O.W. Holmes, YBAV)
There are two births; the one when light (W. Cartwright, OBEV)
There be none of Beauty's daughters (G. Byron, Gold)
There be none of Beauty's daughters (G. Byron, OBEV)
There is a city, builded by no hand (T.W. Parsons, YBAV)
There is a dish to hold the sea (J. Davidson, MBP)
There is a flower, the lesser celandine (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
There is a garden in her face (Anonymous, Gold)
There is a garden in her face (T. Campion, OBEV)
There is a Lady sweet and kind (Anonymous, OBEV)
There is a mountain and a wood between us (W.S. Landor, OBEV)
There is an hour of peaceful rest (W.B. Tappan, YBAV)
There is a silence where hath been no sound (T. Hood, OBEV)
There is no escape by the river (R. Hovey, YBAV)
There is no flock, however watched and tended (H.W. Longfellow, YBAV)
There is no frigate like a book (E. Dickinson, MAP)
There is no wrath in the stars (Lord Dunsany, MBP)
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood (B. Carman, MAP)
There is sweet music here that softer falls (A. Tennyson, OBEV)
There lived a wife at Usher's well (Anonymous, OBEV)
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street (A. Noyes, MBP)
There 's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe (J. Todhunter, OBEV)
There 's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield (R. Kipling, OBEV)
There 's a woman like a dewdrop, she 's so purer than the purest (R. Browning, OBEV)
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away (G. Byron, Gold)
There's not a nook within this solemn Pass (W. Wordsworth, OBEV)
There's nothing very beautiful and nothing very gay (O. Johns, MAP)
There they stand, on their ends, the fifty faggots (E. Thomas, MBP)
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream (W. Wordsworth, OBEV)
There were three ravens sat on a tree (Anonymous, OBEV)
There were twa sisters sat in a bour (Anonymous, OBEV)
These be (A. Crapsey, MAP)
These be the little verses, rough and uncultured (P. Macgill, MBP)
They all were looking for a king (G. MacDonald, OBEV)
They are all gone into the world of light(H. Vaughan, Meta)
They are all gone into the world of light(H. Vaughan, OBEV)
They are waiting on the shore (R.B.W. Noel, OBEV)
They flee from me that sometime did me seek (Sir T. Wyatt, OBEV)
They left the fury of the fight (T.P.C. Wilson, MBP)
They may talk of love in a cottage (N.P. Willis, YBAV)
They sat and comb'd their beautiful hair (N. Perry, YBAV)
They say that dead men tell no tales(H. Long, MAP)
They seem'd, to those who saw them meet (R.M. Milnes, OBEV)
They set the slave free, striking off his chains (J. Oppenheim, MAP)
They that have power to hurt, and will do none (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
They that have power to hurt and will do none (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead (W. Cory, OBEV)
Thirsty earth soaks up the rain (A. Cowley, OBEV)
This ae nighte, this ae nighte (Anonymous, OBEV)
This ancient silver bowl of mine,—it tells of good old times (O.W. Holmes, YBAV)
This hinder yeir I hard be tald (R. Henryson, OBEV)
This is a spray the Bird clung to (R. Browning, OBEV)
This is my playes last scene, here heavens appoint (J. Donne, Meta)
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling (H.W. Longfellow, YBAV)
This is the end of him, here he lies (A. Levy, MBP)
This is the image of my last content (F.B. Young, MBP)
This is the month, and this the happy morn (J. Milton, Gold)
This is the Month, and this the happy morn (J. Milton, Meta)
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign (O.W. Holmes, YBAV)
This life, which seems so fair (W. Drummond, Gold)
This little vault, this narrow room (T. Carew, OBEV)
This much, O heaven—if I should brood or rave (G.K. Chesterton, MBP)
This winter's weather it waxeth cold (Anonymous, OBEV)
Those black eyes I once so praised (W.W. Story, YBAV)
Thou art to all lost love the best (R. Herrick, OBEV)
Though beauty be the mark of praise (B. Jonson, OBEV)
Though love repine, and reason chafe (R.W. Emerson, YBAV)
Though you be absent here, I needs must say (A. Cowley, Meta)
Thou hast made me, And shall thy worke decay(J. Donne, Meta)
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness (J. Keats, OBEV)
Thou unrelenting Past(W.C. Bryant, YBAV)
Thou wast all that to me, love (E.A. Poe, YBAV)
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies (J. Dryden, OBEV)
Three years ago, to-day (C.G. Halpine, YBAV)
Three years she grew in sun and shower (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
Three years she grew in sun and shower (W. Wordsworth, OBEV)
Through grief and through danger thy smile hath cheer'd my way (T. Moore, OBEV)
Through that pure Virgin-shrine (H. Vaughan, Meta)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts (M. Arnold, OBEV)
Through the dim window, I could see (R. Helton, MAP)
Throw away thy rod (G. Herbert, Meta)
Throw away Thy rod (G. Herbert, OBEV)
Thus the Mayne glideth (R. Browning, OBEV)
Thus when the silent grave becomes (W. Broome, OBEV)
Thy beauty haunts me heart and soul (W.H. Davies, MBP)
Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
Thy braes were bonnie, Yarrow stream (J. Logan, Gold)
Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright (Sir W. Scott, Gold)
Thy restless feet now cannot go (R. Crashaw, OBEV)
Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep (J. Oldham, OBEV)
Tiger, tiger, burning bright (W. Blake, OBEV)
Time is the feather'd thing (J. Mayne, OBEV)
Timely blossom, Infant fair (A. Philips, Gold)
Time, you old gipsy man (R. Hodgson, MBP)
Time you won your town the race (A.E. Housman, MBP)
Tingling shafts of light (A. Brody, MAP)
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
Tis a dull sight (E. Fitzgerald, OBEV)
Tis fifteen hundred years, you say (E.C. Stedman, YBAV)
'Tis not how witty, nor how free (A. Townshend, Meta)
T is said that the gods, on Olympus of old (C.F. Hoffman, YBAV)
Tis the yeares midnight, and it is the dayes (J. Donne, Meta)
To all you ladies now at land (C. Sackville, OBEV)
To clothe the fiery thought (R.W. Emerson, YBAV)
To-day, all day, I rode upon the down (W.S. Blunt, OBEV)
To fair Fidele's grassy tomb (W. Collins, OBEV)
To him who in the love of Nature holds (W.C. Bryant, YBAV)
To horse, my dear, and out into the night(R. Hovey, YBAV)
To live within a cave—it is most good (T.E. Brown, OBEV)
Toll for the brave (W. Cowper, Gold)
To make a final conquest of all me (A. Marvell, Meta)
To me, fair Friend, you never can be old (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
To me, fair friend, you never can be old (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
To mute and to material things (Sir W. Scott, OBEV)
To my true king I offer'd free from stain (T.B. Macaulay, OBEV)
To-night retired, the queen of heaven (M. Akenside, OBEV)
Too late for love, too late for joy (C.G. Rossetti, OBEV)
Too solemn for day, too sweet for night (W.S. Walker, OBEV)
Tossed on the glittering air they soar and skim (S. Sassoon, MBP)
Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles (W.D. Howells, OBEV)
To the Heavens above us (R. Kipling, MBP)
To the Ocean now I fly (J. Milton, OBEV)
To these whom death again did wed (R. Crashaw, OBEV)
To what new fates, my country, far (R. Hovey, MAP)
To what new fates, my country, far (R. Hovey, YBAV)
Tread lightly, she is near (O. Wilde, MBP)
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank (Anonymous, OBEV)
Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet(J. Ruskin, OBEV)
Twas at the royal feast for Persia won (J. Dryden, Gold)
Twas on a lofty vase's side (T. Gray, Gold)
Twas on a lofty vase's side (T. Gray, OBEV)
'Twas the dream of a God (D. Sigerson, OBEV)
Twentieth year is well-nigh past (W. Cowper, Gold)
Twentieth year is wellnigh past (W. Cowper, OBEV)
Twenty years hence my eyes may grow (W.S. Landor, OBEV)
Twice or thrice had I loved thee (J. Donne, Meta)
Twine then the rays (G. Burgess, MAP)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood (R. Frost, MAP)
Two Voices are there: one is of the Sea (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
 



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