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  1. Thus can my love excuse the slow offence William Shakespeare LI
  2. Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, William Shakespeare LXVIII
  3. Thus saith the Holy One and true, John Newton Philadelphia
  4. Thus saith the Lord to Ephesus, John Newton Ephesus
  5. Thus the poor ass whose appetite has ne’er Ambrose Bierce Johndonkey
  6. Thus they, in lowliest plight, repentant stood John Milton Book XI
  7. Thus view’d the Pair; when lo, in eastern skies, Joel Barlow Book VII
  8. Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts, William Shakespeare XXXI
  9. Thy father all from thee, by his last will, John Donne Disinherited
  10. Thy flattering picture, Phryne, is like thee, John Donne Phryne
  11. Thy flesh to earth, thy soul to God, Ambrose Bierce General B. F. Butler
  12. Thy friend, whom thy deserts to thee enchain, John Donne To Mr. Christopher Brooke
  13. Thy gift, if that it be of God, Ambrose Bierce To a Dejected Poet
  14. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain William Shakespeare CXXII
  15. Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear, William Shakespeare LXXVII
  16. Thy love’s as tender as the drooping rose that sadly says to earth: Ameen Rihani O, Give Me Strength to Take
  17. Thy mansion is the Christian’s heart, William Cowper The House of Prayer
  18. Thy message by the preacher seal, John Newton We Are Ambassadors for Christ
  19. Thy promise, Lord, and thy command, John Newton 91
  20. Thy sins and hairs may no man equal call; John Donne A Licentious Person
  21. Thy soul shall find itself alone Edgar Allan Poe Spirits of the Dead
  22. Thy splendour-lighted face before mine eyes David Park Barnitz Liebes-Tod
  23. Thy various works, imperial queen, we see, Phillis Wheatley On Imagination
  24. Thy victory is in the heart, Henry van Dyke Jr. Victoria
  25. Thy wisdom and Thy might appear, Henry van Dyke Jr. The Burning Bush
  26. Thy words are good, and freely given, John Henry Newman Fair Words
  27. Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee⁠— Fernando Pessoa VII
  28. Thy world is made to fit thine own, George MacDonald This World
  29. Tidings! sad tidings for the daughter of Ai, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Rizpah, the Daughter of Ai
  30. Time by moments steals away, John Newton A New-Year’s Thought and Prayer
  31. Time drops in decay, W. B. Yeats The Moods
  32. “Time to put off the world and go somewhere W. B. Yeats Beggar to Beggar Cried
  33. Time was the local poets sang their songs Ambrose Bierce With Mine Own Petard
  34. Time was, I shrank from what was right John Henry Newman Sensitiveness
  35. Time was, not very long ago, Ambrose Bierce The Crime of 1903
  36. Time, with an unwearied hand, John Newton Time How Short
  37. Time’s sea hath been five years at its slow ebb, John Keats To a Lady Seen for a Few Moments at Vauxhall
  38. Tired T. S. Eliot Ode
  39. Tired Muse, put faded roses on thy brow, David Park Barnitz Harvard
  40. Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, William Shakespeare LXVI
  41. ’Tis a little room, my friend⁠— George MacDonald My Room
  42. ’Tis a point I long to know, John Newton Another
  43. ’Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad. George MacDonald A Manchester Poem
  44. “ ’Tis a woeful yarn,” said the sailorman bold Ambrose Bierce The Lost Colonel
  45. ’Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d, William Shakespeare CXXI
  46. ’Tis charming for to view windmill, James McIntyre Peculiarities of Oxford County
  47. ’Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, Matthew Arnold Youth and Calm
  48. ’Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down Henry van Dyke Jr. “America for Me”
  49. ’Tis long, dear Annie, since we met, John Henry Newman Kind Remembrances
  50. ’Tis loss to trust a tomb with such a guest, John Donne A Funeral Elegy
  51. ’Tis Master Barry, editor; Ambrose Bierce A Holiday
  52. ’Tis my happiness below William Cowper Welcome Cross
  53. ’Tis noble for to fight for home, James McIntyre Fighting for Conquest
  54. ’Tis past⁠—the dreadful stormy night John Newton The Storm Is Hushed
  55. ’Tis sad to see the richest land, James McIntyre Tile Drains
  56. ’Tis said but a name is friendship, Mary Weston Fordham Lines to Mrs. Isabel Peace
  57. ’Tis said he wrote with wondrous ease, Ambrose Bierce James Montague, Poet
  58. ’Tis the census enumerator Ambrose Bierce An Exile
  59. ’Tis the midnight hour; I heard George MacDonald Death and Birth
  60. ’Tis the widow of Thomas Blythe, Ambrose Bierce The Viduate Dame
  61. ’Tis the witching time of night, John Keats A Prophecy
  62. ’Tis the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s, John Donne A Nocturnal Upon St. Lucy’s Day, Being the Shortest Day
  63. ’Tis time to sleep, my little boy: George MacDonald The Sleepless Jesus
  64. ’Tis true, ’tis day; what though it be? John Donne Break of Day
  65. ’Tis we, not in thine arms, who weep and pray; George MacDonald The Father’s Worshippers
  66. To a hunter from the city, Ambrose Bierce The Hermit
  67. To all in the village I seemed, no doubt, Edgar Lee Masters William Goode
  68. To all that love the far and blue: Robert Louis Stevenson To All That Love the Far and Blue
  69. To all who fain George MacDonald The Disciple
  70. To be able to see every side of every question; Edgar Lee Masters Editor Whedon
  71. To bucks and ewes by the Good Shepherd fed Ambrose Bierce Two Methods
  72. To chase a never-reached mirage James Weldon Johnson Voluptas
  73. To conclude, I announce what comes after me. Walt Whitman So Long!
  74. To cultivate in ev’ry noble mind Phillis Wheatley To the Rev. Dr. Thomas Amory, on Reading His Sermons on Daily Devotion, in Which That Duty Is Recommended and Assisted
  75. To daily tasks we set our hand, Matthew Arnold Rome-Sickness
  76. To die be given us, or attain! Matthew Arnold Resignation
  77. To drift with every passion till my soul Oscar Wilde Hélas!
  78. To drive Paul out of any lumber camp Robert Frost Paul’s Wife
  79. To fling my arms wide Langston Hughes Dream Variation
  80. To foreigners in San Francisco, greeting. Ambrose Bierce Judge Not
  81. To friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost Robert Louis Stevenson To Friends at Home
  82. To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early, Walt Whitman A Boston Ballad
  83. To get the final lilt of songs, Walt Whitman To Get the Final Lilt of Songs
  84. To give a thing and take again George MacDonald The Giver
  85. To God and man be simply true; George MacDonald To Aurelio Saffi
  86. To have written then, when you writ, seem’d to me John Donne To the Countess of Bedford
  87. To her, for I must still regard her Robert Louis Stevenson Dedicatory Poem for “Underwoods”
  88. To him in whom the love of Nature has Ambrose Bierce Famine’s Realm
  89. To keep the lamp alive, William Cowper Dependence
  90. To make the doubt clear, that no woman’s true, John Donne The Expostulation
  91. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, William Shakespeare CIV
  92. To night the children meet with glee James McIntyre A Christmas Tree
  93. To one who has been long in city pent, John Keats Sonnet
  94. To outer senses there is peace, Oscar Wilde La Fuite de la Lune
  95. To Parmentier Parisians raise Ambrose Bierce For Merit
  96. To recognize this bird‑of‑prey, Robert Williams Wood The Hawk; The Hollyhock
  97. To say in my defense? Defense of what? Voltairine de Cleyre The Suicide’s Defense
  98. To see our pathway strewn with flowers, Sarah Louisa Forten Purvis Life
  99. To see the infinite pity of this place, Robert Louis Stevenson To Mother Maryanne
  100. To show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent, Phillis Wheatley To S. M. A Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works

Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.