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- The world begins again! William Carlos Williams The Birds
- The world below the brine, Walt Whitman The World Below the Brine
- The world has cycles in its course, when all John Henry Newman Faith Against Sight
- The world is dark, Georgia Douglas Johnson Prejudice
- “The world is dull,” I cried in my despair: Ambrose Bierce Tempora Mutantur
- The world is full of orphans: firstly, those Lord Byron Canto XVII
- The world is so full of a number of things, Robert Louis Stevenson Happy Thought
- The world is woven all of dream and error Fernando Pessoa XXVI
- “The world is young, perverse, and bad, Ambrose Bierce A Prophet of Peace
- The worlds in which we live at heart are one, Henry van Dyke Jr. One World
- The year runs through her phases; rain and sun, Robert Louis Stevenson To W. E. Henley
- The year was eighteen hundred twenty three. John G. Neihardt The Song of Hugh Glass
- The Yellow-Hammer, or the Flicker, Robert Williams Wood The Yellow‑hammer; The Saw‑fish
- Thee for my recitative, Walt Whitman To a Locomotive in Winter
- Thee, Mackintosh, artificer of light, Robert Louis Stevenson Burlesque Sonnet
- Their gaze uplifting from shoals of despair Georgia Douglas Johnson Sonnet to Those Who See but Darkly
- Their industry is not in vain, James McIntyre Thomas Campbell
- Their spirits beat upon mine Edgar Lee Masters Benjamin Fraser
- Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; William Shakespeare XC
- Then I raised my head William Carlos Williams Winter Sunset
- Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface William Shakespeare VI
- “Then poets will arise and high their lays will soar, James McIntyre Musings on the Northwest
- There Langston Hughes Salome
- There are highways in the soul, Georgia Douglas Johnson Elevation
- There are many kinds of anger, as many kinds of fire; Henry van Dyke Jr. Righteous Wrath
- There are many kinds of love, as many kinds of light, Henry van Dyke Jr. Love and Light
- There are so many things I have forgot, Edward Thomas The Word
- There are some qualities—some incorporate things, Edgar Allan Poe Silence
- There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, Henry van Dyke Jr. A Noon Song
- There are strange things done in the midnight sun Robert W. Service The Cremation of Sam McGee
- There are tears sweet, refreshing like dewdrops that rise, Georgia Douglas Johnson Tears and Kisses
- There at Geneva where Mt. Blanc floated above Edgar Lee Masters Wallace Ferguson
- There breathes not a breath of the summer air George MacDonald Lessons for a Child
- There by the window in the old house Edgar Lee Masters William H. Herndon
- There came to Oxford Robert Gourley, James McIntyre Robert Fleming Gourley
- There goeth, with the early light, Maria Lowell The Maiden’s Harvest
- There is a bird I know so well, Henry van Dyke Jr. The Song-Sparrow
- There is a bird in the poplars! William Carlos Williams Metric Figure
- There is a charm in footing slow across a silent plain, John Keats Lines Written in the Highlands After a Visit to Burns’s Country
- There is a fountain fill’d with blood William Cowper Praise for the Fountain Opened
- There is a house that most of all on earth I hate. C. S. Lewis Alexandrines
- There is a man, his name is Brown, James McIntyre Book Agent Story
- There is a peculiar snake, James McIntyre Snake and Its Young
- There is a queen in China, or maybe it’s in Spain, W. B. Yeats His Phoenix
- There is a river George MacDonald No End of No-Story
- “There is a tide in the affairs of men, Lord Byron Canto VI
- There is grey in your hair. W. B. Yeats Broken Dreams
- There is in stillness oft a magic power John Henry Newman Solitude
- There is no Life or Death, Mina Loy There Is No Life or Death
- There is no peace beneath the noon— Oscar Wilde Lotus Leaves
- There is not on the earth a soul so base John Henry Newman The Power of Prayer
- There is something about Death Edgar Lee Masters William and Emily
- There is the caw of a crow, Edgar Lee Masters Jonathan Houghton
- There lies the sole remaining hope Sarah Louisa Forten Purvis A Mother’s Grief
- There never was a finer day, Edward Thomas May 23
- There once the walls Edward Thomas A Tale
- There sat a Lady John Henry Newman The Pilgrim Queen
- There stray’d awhile, amid the woods of Dart, John Henry Newman The Pilgrim
- There they stand, on their ends, the fifty faggots Edward Thomas Fifty Faggots
- There was a bonnie Scottish lass, James McIntyre A Ghost Story
- There was a child went forth every day, Walt Whitman There Was a Child Went Forth
- There was a cranky Governor— Ambrose Bierce A Patter Song
- There was a girl that lost things— George MacDonald The Girl That Lost Things
- There was a maiden all forlorn, James McIntyre Every Rose Hath Its Thorn
- There was a man whom Sorrow named his friend W. B. Yeats The Sad Shepherd
- There was a rhapsody in all her moods, Ameen Rihani Andalusia
- There was a tableau! Liberty’s clear light Voltairine de Cleyre John P. Altgeld
- There was a time in Europe long ago Oscar Wilde Quantum Mutata
- There was a time when this poor frame was whole Edward Thomas There Was a Time
- There was a weasel lived in the sun Edward Thomas The Gallows
- There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she; Robert W. Service The Harpy
- There was grief within our household Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Jamie’s Puzzle
- There was once a brave collision Ambrose Bierce A Creditable Collision
- There were brave men, someone has truly said, Ambrose Bierce Nimrod
- There were three in the meadow by the brook Robert Frost The Code
- There where the course is, W. B. Yeats At Galway Races
- There where the land of love, Robert Louis Stevenson There Where the Land of Love
- There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon; Robert W. Service The Heart of the Sourdough
- There would be a knock at the door Edgar Lee Masters Jeduthan Hawley
- There’s a cry from out the Loneliness—Oh, listen, Honey, listen! Robert W. Service The Lure of Little Voices
- There’s a four-pronged buck a-swinging in the shadow of my cabin, Robert W. Service The Rhyme of the Remittance Man
- There’s a love supreme in the great hereafter, Voltairine de Cleyre Optimism
- There’s a new, young moon riding the hills tonight; Langston Hughes The New Moon
- There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, Robert W. Service The Men That Don’t Fit In
- There’s a soft rosy glow o’er the whole world to-day, Georgia Douglas Johnson Joy
- There’s been a young stranger at our house, Ring Lardner A Visit from Young Gloom
- There’s grief in Belgrade, for no crown, it is said, Ambrose Bierce Conversely
- There’s just a twinkle in your eye Robert Louis Stevenson Ne Sit Ancillæ Tibi Amor Pudor
- There’s music in the measured tread Georgia Douglas Johnson Homing Braves
- There’s my things William Carlos Williams Portrait of a Woman in Bed
- There’s nothing certain, nothing sure Georgia Douglas Johnson Joy
- There’s nothing in the world that clings Georgia Douglas Johnson Inevitably
- There’s nothing like the sun as the year dies, Edward Thomas There’s Nothing Like the Sun
- There’s one upon whose youthful breast I fain would die: Ameen Rihani Midnight Mood
- These are the clouds about the fallen sun, W. B. Yeats These Are the Clouds
- These are the letters which Endymion wrote Oscar Wilde On the Sale by Auction of Keats’ Love Letters
- These carols sung to cheer my passage through the world I see, Walt Whitman These Carols
- These fell miasmic rings of mist, with ghoulish menace bound, Georgia Douglas Johnson Prejudice
- These fuel men are pitiable souls; Ring Lardner George W. Reed
- These I singing in spring collect for lovers, Walt Whitman These I Singing in Spring
Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.