THAT'S.............13 A torch that's borne upright. Ancyent Marinere VI That's fair behind, and fair before; Simon Lee "And that's the reason why." Anecdote for Fathers That's like an infant's grave in size, The Thorn The heap that's like an infant grave, The Thorn For him that's gone and far away. Mad Mother There's scarce a soul that's out of bed; Idiot Boy Across the bridge that's in the dale, Idiot Boy She's past the bridge that's in the dale, Idiot Boy To hunt the moon that's in the brook, Idiot Boy Yon valley, that's so trim and green, Idiot Boy Unto his horse, that's feeding free, Idiot Boy And that's the very pony, too. Idiot Boy
THEATRES............1 In ball-rooms and hot theatres, they still Nightingale
THEE...............27 "Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon! Ancyent Marinere I "Or my Staff shall make thee skip. Ancyent Marinere I "God save thee, ancyent Marinere! Ancyent Marinere I "From the fiends that plague thee thus -- Ancyent Marinere I I fear thee, ancyent Marinere! Ancyent Marinere IV "I fear thee and thy glittering eye Ancyent Marinere IV "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say Ancyent Marinere VII To thee, thou wedding-guest! Ancyent Marinere VII A dying man, for love of thee. Lewti Of what from thee I learn. Anecdote for Fathers I pray thee have no fear of me, Mad Mother To thee I know too much I owe; Mad Mother I cannot work thee any woe. Mad Mother Then do not fear, my boy! for thee Mad Mother 'Tis fair enough for thee, my dove! Mad Mother My love for thee has well been tried: Mad Mother "And we will ne'er o'erload thee more." Idiot Boy My child! they gave thee to another, Forsaken Indian I feel I must have died with thee. Forsaken Indian Could I with thee a message send. Forsaken Indian For once could have thee close to me, Forsaken Indian "Would plant thee where yet thou might'st blossom again." Convict How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee Tintern Abbey How often has my spirit turned to thee! Tintern Abbey May I behold in thee what I was once, Tintern Abbey Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; Tintern Abbey To blow against thee: and in after years, Tintern Abbey
THEFT...............1 Of moor and mountain, midnight theft to hatch; Female Vagrant
THEIR..............59 Nodding their heads before her goes Ancyent Marinere I And all at once their breath drew in Ancyent Marinere III Their souls did from their bodies fly, -- Ancyent Marinere III Their souls did from their bodies fly, -- Ancyent Marinere III The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Ancyent Marinere IV I watch'd their rich attire: Ancyent Marinere IV Their beauty might declare: Ancyent Marinere IV Ne spake, ne mov'd their eyes: Ancyent Marinere V They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools -- Ancyent Marinere V The day-light dawn'd -- they dropp'd their arms, Ancyent Marinere V Sweet sounds rose slowly thro' their mouths Ancyent Marinere V And from their bodies pass'd. Ancyent Marinere V With their sweet jargoning, Ancyent Marinere V The sails at noon left off their tune Ancyent Marinere V All fix'd on me their stony eyes Ancyent Marinere VI They lifted up their stiff right arms, Ancyent Marinere VI Their stony eye-balls glitter'd on Ancyent Marinere VI But knew the names of birds, and mocked their notes, Foster-Mother Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightened; Foster-Mother Full of meek sympathy must heave their sighs Nightingale Their bright, bright eyes, their eyes both bright and full, Nightingale Their bright, bright eyes, their eyes both bright and full, Nightingale Glides thro' the pathways; she knows all their notes, Nightingale And startle from their reedy bed. Lewti From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride. Female Vagrant Close by my mother in their native bowers: Female Vagrant And often, viewing their sweet smiles, I sighed, Female Vagrant That lap (their very nourishment!) their brother's blood. Female Vagrant That lap (their very nourishment!) their brother's blood. Female Vagrant Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child! Female Vagrant I heard my neighbors, in their beds, complain Female Vagrant How kindly did they paint their vagrant ease! Female Vagrant And their long holiday that feared not grief, Female Vagrant No plough their sinews strained; on grating road Female Vagrant In every vale for their delight was stowed: Female Vagrant By the same fire to boil their pottage, Goody Blake He dearly loves their voices! Simon Lee Beside their moss-grown hut of clay, Simon Lee "Their graves are green, they may be seen," We Are Seven "Their spirits are in heaven!" We Are Seven Their thoughts I cannot measure, Lines in Early Spring The budding twigs spread out their fan, Lines in Early Spring So deep is their vermilion dye. The Thorn Before their eyes began to stir; The Thorn And they were healthy with their food; Last of the Flock And this is their best cure! uncomforted Dungeon Dread not their taunts, my little life! Mad Mother Though yet their tongues were still. Idiot Boy The owls have hardly sung their last, Idiot Boy He deems their colors shall endure Near Richmond "From dead men to their kind. Expostulation The way my friends their course did bend, Forsaken Indian All soothers of sense their soft virtue shall yield, Convict These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs Tintern Abbey Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits, Tintern Abbey Nor, with their green and simple hue, disturb Tintern Abbey And their glad animal movements all gone by,) Tintern Abbey Their colours and their forms, were then to me Tintern Abbey Their colours and their forms, were then to me Tintern Abbey
