THEY'LL.............3
   "They'll both be here, 'tis almost ten,                  Idiot Boy
   "They'll both be here before eleven."                    Idiot Boy
   "Susan! they'll both be here anon."                      Idiot Boy


THEY'RE.............1
   They're patch'd with purple and green.                   Ancyent Marinere III


THEY'VE.............1
   What they've been doing all this time,                   Idiot Boy


THICK...............4
   Hark! hark! the thick black cloud is cleft,              Ancyent Marinere V
   With fast thick warble his delicious notes,              Nightingale
   His ancles they are swoln and thick;                     Simon Lee
   Her hair was thick with many a curl                      We Are Seven


THICK-RIBBED........1
   The thick-ribbed walls that o'ershadow the gate          Convict


THICKET.............1
   In wood and thicket over the wide grove                  Nightingale


THIN................8
   That were so thin and sere.                              Ancyent Marinere V
   Thought I, I am as thin as air --                        Ancyent Marinere V
   "How thin they are and sere!                             Ancyent Marinere VII
   Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip                Nightingale
   Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths.          Nightingale
   Thin and white and very high.                            Lewti
   I ne'er beheld so thin a cloud --                        Lewti
   His legs are thin and dry.                               Simon Lee


THINE...............4
   "For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make       Ancyent Marinere V
   Poor Father! gone was every friend of thine.             Female Vagrant
   'Tis thine, sweet baby, there to rest:                   Mad Mother
   'Tis all thine own! and if its hue                       Mad Mother


THING..............16
   And I had done an hellish thing                          Ancyent Marinere II
   O sleep, it is a gentle thing                            Ancyent Marinere V
   For any living thing, hath faculties                     Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   A venerable thing! and so his song                       Nightingale
   Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream)       Nightingale
   Could any thing be more alluring,                        Goody Blake
   A tale in every thing.                                   Simon Lee
   A wretched thing forlorn.                                The Thorn
   I'll tell you every thing I know;                        The Thorn
   To be a jarring and a dissonant thing,                   Dungeon
   Full many a sad and doleful thing:                       Mad Mother
   My pretty thing! then thou shalt sing,                   Mad Mother
   With many a most diverting thing,                        Idiot Boy
   "A little idle sauntering thing!"                        Idiot Boy
   That patience now doth seem a thing, of which            Old Man Travelling
   Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then           Tintern Abbey


THINGS.............18
   Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs                    Ancyent Marinere II
   And a million million slimy things                       Ancyent Marinere IV
   O happy living things! no tongue                         Ancyent Marinere IV
   All things both great and small:                         Ancyent Marinere VII
   He had unlawful thoughts of many things:                 Foster-Mother
   (And so, poor Wretch! fill'd all things with himself     Nightingale
   Mars all things with his imitative lisp,                 Nightingale
   Of many things which never troubled me;                  Female Vagrant
   These things just served to stir the torpid sense,       Female Vagrant
   I'll teach my boy the sweetest things;                   Mad Mother
   Unworthy things she talked and wild,                     Idiot Boy
   "Of things for ever speaking,                            Expostulation
   Come forth into the light of things,                     Tables Turned
   Mishapes the beauteous forms of things;                  Tables Turned
   For I had many things to say.                            Forsaken Indian
   We see into the life of things.                          Tintern Abbey
   All thinking things, all objects of all thought,         Tintern Abbey
   And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still       Tintern Abbey


THINK..............18
   And I quak'd to think of my own voice                    Ancyent Marinere V
   As often as I think of those dear times                  Foster-Mother
   With mournful joy, to think that others felt             Yew-Tree near Esthwaite
   Yet let us think upon the vernal showers                 Nightingale
   My heart is touched to think that men like these,        Female Vagrant
   Sad case it was, as you may think,                       Goody Blake
   Now think, ye farmers all, I pray,                       Goody Blake
   It is no tale; but should you think,                     Simon Lee
   To think, and think, and think again;                    Anecdote for Fathers
   To think, and think, and think again;                    Anecdote for Fathers
   To think, and think, and think again;                    Anecdote for Fathers
   And much it griev'd my heart to think                    Lines in Early Spring
   And I must think, do all I can,                          Lines in Early Spring
   Sad case, as you may think, for one                      The Thorn
   I cannot think, whate'er they say,                       The Thorn
   I do not think she could.                                The Thorn
   He seems, I think, the reins to give;                    Idiot Boy
   "Think you, mid all this mighty sum                      Expostulation


THINKING............1
   All thinking things, all objects of all thought,         Tintern Abbey