Sublime—invention ever young479
Sumer is icumen in1
Sunset and evening star718
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs374
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind551
Sweet are the ways of death to weary feet810
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes272
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright289
Sweet Echo, sweetest Nymph that liv’st unseen322
Sweet in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers650
Sweet rois of vertew and of gentilness21
Sweet Spring, thou turn’st with all thy goodly train235
Sweet western wind, whose luck it is257
Sweetest Saviour, if my soul292
Swiftly walk o’er the western wave619
Take, O take those lips away148
Tanagra! think not I forget570
Tarry a moment, happy feet917
Tarye no lenger; toward thyn herytage18
Tell me not of a face that’s fair363
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind352
Tell me not what too well I know581
Tell me where is Fancy bred142
Th’ expense of Spirit in a waste of shame173
Thank Heaven! the crisis702
That time of year thou may’st in me behold162
That which her slender waist confined312
That zephyr every year234
The angels’ eyes, whom veils cannot deceive118
The beauty and the life237
The blessàd Damozel lean’d out779
The boat is chafing at our long delay868
The chough and crow to roost are gone524
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day465
The day begins to droop845
The days are sad, it is the Holy tide693
The feathers of the willow801
The forward youth that would appear364
The Gods are happy764
The glories of our blood and state296
The gray sea and the long black land733
The Indian weed witheràd quite400 (I)
The irresponsive silence of the land795
The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!608
The king sits in Dunfermline town381
The Lady Mary Villiers lies302
The lark now leaves his wat’ry nest309
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven’s King240
The lovely lass o’Inverness518
The maidens came30 (ii)
The man of life upright185
The merchant, to secure his treasure434
The moth’s kiss, first!732
The murmur of the mourning ghost774
The naked earth is warm with spring962
The night has a thousand eyes863
The Nightingale, as soon as April bringeth101
The rain set early in to-night729
The red rose whispers of passion838
The ring, so worn as you behold496
The Rose was sick and smiling died263
The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er314
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings47
The spacious firmament on high444
The splendour falls on castle walls712
The Star that bids the Shepherd fold321
The sun descending in the west505
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain358
The twentieth year is wellnigh past485
The wind flapped loose, the wind was still780
The wind’s on the wold808
The wine of Love is music804
The world is too much with us; late and soon549
The world’s great age begins anew614
The year’s at the spring728
The young May moon is beaming, love592
Thee too, modest tressàd maid522
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now164
There ance was a may, and she lo’ed na men441
There are two births; the one when light339
There is a garden in her face178
There is a Lady sweet and kind79
There is a silence where hath been no sound656
There is no fire of the crackling boughs778
There is sweet music here that softer falls710
There lived a wife at Usher’s well388
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream550
There were three ravens sat on a tree389
There were twa sisters sat in a bour386
There’s a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield898
There’s a woman like a dew-drop, she’s so purer than the purest731
There’s not a nook within this solemn Pass554
These, in the day when heaven was falling877
They all were looking for a king777
They are all gone into the world light!375
They are not long, the weeping and the laughter914
They flee from me that sometime did me seek45
They shut the road through the woods899
They that have power to hurt and will do none165
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead768
Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die782
This ae nighte, this ae nighte391
This is a spray the Bird clung to738
This is the Chapel: here, my son891
This is the place929
This little vault, this narrow room303
This winter’s weather it waxeth cold36
Thou art to all lost love the best275
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness632
Thou wast all that to me, love703
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies411
Though beauty be the mark of praise200
Three years she grew in sun and shower532
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts756
Through that pure Virgin-shrine376
Throw away Thy rod291
Thus the Mayne glideth727
Thy bosom is endearàd with all hearts158
Thy restless feet now cannot go350
Thy soul within such silent pomp did keep431
Tiger, tiger, burning bright503
Time is the feather’d thing304
’Tis a dull sight704
To all you ladies now at land419
To fair Fidele’s grassy tomb472
To him who in the love of Nature holds645
To live within a cave—it is most good798
To me, fair friend, you never can be old169
To mute and to material things561
To my true king I offer’d free from stain666
To the Ocean now I fly324
To thee, fair freedom! I retire

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