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- These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest Robert Louis Stevenson My Treasures
- These paltry rhymes, which loftier shall pursue David Park Barnitz Dedication
- These rugged wintry days I scarce could bear, Maria Lowell Sonnet
- These things that poets said Edward Thomas These Things That Poets Said
- These to His Memory—since he held them dear, Alfred, Lord Tennyson Dedication
- They are at rest: John Henry Newman Waiting for the Morning
- They are embosomed in the sod, Georgia Douglas Johnson Taps
- They are gone: all is still: Foolish heart, dost thou quiver? Matthew Arnold A Modern Sappho
- They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens, T. S. Eliot Morning at the Window
- They brought me ambrotypes Edgar Lee Masters Rutherford McDowell
- They call me and I go William Carlos Williams Complaint
- They called me the weakling, the simpleton, Edgar Lee Masters Willie Pennington
- They come and go, they pass before my soul, David Park Barnitz Pride
- They couldn’t have chosen a wiser Ring Lardner Samuel A. Ettelson
- They do but grope in learning’s pedant round, John Henry Newman Substance and Shadow
- They do not know that they are wholly dead, David Park Barnitz Mankind
- They first charged me with disorderly conduct, Edgar Lee Masters Wendell P. Bloyd
- They forced him into prison, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Died of Starvation
- They got me into the Sunday school Edgar Lee Masters Yee Bow
- They have chiseled on my stone the words: Edgar Lee Masters Cassius Hueffer
- “They have no more wine!” she said. George MacDonald Marriage Song
- They have taken the gable from the roof of clay Edward Thomas Swedes
- They heard the South wind sighing Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Crocuses
- They hold their public meetings where W. B. Yeats The Three Monuments
- They laughed at me as “Prof. Moon,” Edgar Lee Masters Alfonso Churchill
- They met inside the gateway that gives the view, Edward Thomas Wind and Mist
- They must to keep their certainty accuse W. B. Yeats The Leaders of the Crowd
- They once in wilderness did ride James McIntyre Lines on London
- They robed her for another groom, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Bride of Death
- They say she died— Langston Hughes Young Bridge
- They say that he once lost a number Ring Lardner John H. Kirby
- They say that lonely sorrows do not chance: George MacDonald To S. F. S.
- They say, Brig. Roberts, you have seven wives, Ambrose Bierce For Expulsion
- They say, George Perry, you’re a lawyer. Well, Ambrose Bierce To a Bully
- They say, my lord, that you’re a Warwick. Well, Ambrose Bierce To “Colonel” Dan Burns
- They scorned her for her sinning, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Contrast
- They seem to smile as others smile, the masquerader’s art Georgia Douglas Johnson Aliens
- They sent him back to her. The letter came Robert Frost Not to Keep
- They shall arise in the States, Walt Whitman Mediums
- They shall see Him in the crimson flush Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Pure in Heart Shall See God
- They should never have built a barn there, at all— Edward Thomas The Barn
- They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold Henry van Dyke Jr. America’s Prosperity
- They tell me, Deacon Fitch, that you are out: Ambrose Bierce Valedictory
- They tell me, lady, that today Robert Louis Stevenson To Miss Cornish
- They tell us, dear Kipling, you’re coming to shoot Ambrose Bierce In Warning
- They tell us, May, that love is blind, James McIntyre Joined His Church
- They that have power to hurt and will do none, William Shakespeare XCIV
- They told me I had three months to live, Edgar Lee Masters Isaiah Beethoven
- They took away his seamless robe, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Simon’s Countrymen
- They were parted then at last? George MacDonald Winter Song
- They were two deaf mutes. They loved and they Ambrose Bierce An Example
- They would have lynched me Edgar Lee Masters Jack McGuire
- Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars! Walt Whitman Thick-Sprinkled Bunting
- Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me, William Shakespeare CXXXII
- Think not of it, sweet one, so;— John Keats On ⸻
- Thinking of her had saddened me at first, Edward Thomas Celandine
- This advantage hath the sheep, James McIntyre Sheep
- This ancient hag Langston Hughes Mexican Market Woman
- This beauty made me dream there was a time Edward Thomas Sedge-Warblers
- This dust was once the man, Walt Whitman This Dust Was Once the Man
- This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Oscar Wilde The Burden of Itys
- This gent goes to bed now and then Ring Lardner Clayton Mark
- This gent in the picture here shown Ring Lardner J. M. Sullivan
- This gent’s in a praying position, Ring Lardner Charles Kratsch
- This girl was sweeter than the song of swans, Robert Louis Stevenson De Erotio Puella
- This gloomy northern day, Robert Louis Stevenson This Gloomy Northern Day
- This good woman when in this life, James McIntyre Lines on the Death of a Farmer’s Wife
- This grave holds Barnes in all his glory— Ambrose Bierce XXVIII
- This great purple butterfly, W. B. Yeats Another Song of a Fool
- This heart that flutters near my heart James Joyce This Heart That Flutters Near My Heart
- This I saw with my own eyes: Edgar Lee Masters Thomas Ross, Jr.
- This is a tale of a hunter brave, James McIntyre Fight in a Cave
- This is a tale, but it is truth, James McIntyre Four Acre Farm
- This is a true tale and no yarn, James McIntyre Alligator and Boy
- This is my play’s last scene; here heavens appoint John Donne VI
- This is no age for mystery, James McIntyre The Present Time
- This is no case of petty right or wrong Edward Thomas This Is No Case of Petty Right or Wrong
- This is the feast of heav’nly wine, William Cowper Welcome to the Table
- This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: Robert W. Service The Law of the Yukon
- This is the opening dedication James McIntyre Decoration Day
- This is the payday up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down; Robert W. Service The Low-Down White
- This is the Saint of gentleness and kindness, John Henry Newman St. Philip in His School
- This is the soldier brave enough to tell Henry van Dyke Jr. The Statue of Sherman by St. Gaudens
- This is the song of the parson’s son, as he squats in his shack alone, Robert W. Service The Parson’s Son
- This is the tale of the man Robert Louis Stevenson Ticonderoga
- This is the thanksgiving of the weary, Henry van Dyke Jr. The Welcome Tent
- This is the window’s message, Henry van Dyke Jr. For Katrina’s Window
- This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Walt Whitman A Clear Midnight
- This latent mine—these unlaunch’d voices—passionate powers, Walt Whitman A Font of Type
- This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Oscar Wilde Theoretikos
- This moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone, Walt Whitman This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful
- This moonlight makes Edward Thomas The Wasp Trap
- This mortal body of a thousand days John Keats Written in the Cottage Where Burns Was Born
- This my adventure is no hoax; James McIntyre Fox Hunt Yarn
- This night has been so strange that it seemed W. B. Yeats Presences
- This night shall never be forgot James McIntyre Scottish Poets
- This party sells railroad supplies, Ring Lardner Guilford S. Wood
- This pleasant tale is like a little copse: John Keats Written on the Blank Space at the End of Chaucer’s Tale of The Floure and the Lefe
- This plot of ground William Carlos Williams Dedication for a Plot of Ground
- This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors Edward Thomas A Private
Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.