THINKS..............3 But then he is a horse that thinks! Idiot Boy And when he thinks his pace is slack; Idiot Boy She thinks no more of deadly sin; Idiot Boy
THINLY..............2 And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Ill fed she was, and thinly clad; Goody Blake
THIRD...............2 I saw a third -- I heard his voice: Ancyent Marinere VI So passed another day, and so the third: Female Vagrant
THIRTY..............1 Till thirty were not left alive Last of the Flock
THIS...............96 That ever this should be! Ancyent Marinere II This body dropt not down. Ancyent Marinere IV "Is it he? quoth one, "Is this the man? Ancyent Marinere V O dream of joy! is this indeed Ancyent Marinere VI Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk? Ancyent Marinere VI Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk? Ancyent Marinere VI Is this mine own countrée? Ancyent Marinere VI This seraph-band, each waved his hand: Ancyent Marinere VI This seraph-band, each waved his hand, Ancyent Marinere VI This Hermit good lives in that wood Ancyent Marinere VII "Why, this is strange, I trow! Ancyent Marinere VII Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd Ancyent Marinere VII O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been Ancyent Marinere VII Farewell, farewell! but this I tell Ancyent Marinere VII O my dear Mother! this strange man has left me Foster-Mother A grey-haired man -- he loved this little boy, Foster-Mother Which brought this judgment: so the youth was seized Foster-Mother -- Nay, Traveller! rest. This lonely yew-tree stands Yew-Tree near Esthwaite First covered o'er, and taught this aged tree, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Till his eye streamed with tears. In this deep vale Yew-Tree near Esthwaite He died, this seat his only monument. Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Come, we will rest on this old mossy Bridge! Nightingale This grove is wild with tangling underwood, Nightingale And now across this moor my steps I bend -- Female Vagrant -- This woman dwelt in Dorsetshire, Goody Blake This trespass of old Goody Blake, Goody Blake And bring no book, for this one day Lines near my House And bring no book; for this one day Lines near my House This scrap of land he from the heath Simon Lee This old man doing all he could Simon Lee "Why this is strange," said I. Anecdote for Fathers At this, my boy, so fair and slim, Anecdote for Fathers "Sweet Maid, how this may be?" We Are Seven It stands erect this aged thorn; The Thorn And this poor thorn they clasp it round The Thorn To bury this poor thorn for ever. The Thorn This thorn you on your left espy; The Thorn And close beside this aged thorn, The Thorn This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss, The Thorn Now would you see this aged thorn, The Thorn This pond and beauteous hill of moss, The Thorn This wretched woman thither goes, The Thorn "Does this poor woman go? The Thorn "Can this unhappy woman go, The Thorn And with this other maid to church The Thorn They say, full six months after this, The Thorn Last Christmas when we talked of this, The Thorn For what became of this poor child The Thorn That Martha Ray about this time The Thorn But that she goes to this old thorn, The Thorn When to this country first I came, The Thorn I cannot tell how this may be, The Thorn And this I know, full many a time, The Thorn -- "Shame on me, Sir! this lusty lamb, Last of the Flock And from this one, this single ewe, Last of the Flock And from this one, this single ewe, Last of the Flock -- This lusty lamb of all my store Last of the Flock "Do this; how can we give to you," Last of the Flock And this place our forefathers made for man! Dungeon This is the process of our love and wisdom, Dungeon Is this the only cure? Merciful God! Dungeon And this is their best cure! uncomforted Dungeon Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; Dungeon What means this bustle, Betty Foy? Idiot Boy Why are you in this mighty fret? Idiot Boy To this did Johnny answer make, Idiot Boy For of this pony there's rumour, Idiot Boy By this time she's not quite so flurried; Idiot Boy She prefaced half a hint of this Idiot Boy Poor Betty! in this sad distemper, Idiot Boy This piteous news so much it shock'd her, Idiot Boy "Such night as this was ne'er before, Idiot Boy What they've been doing all this time, Idiot Boy Oh gentle muses! Is this kind? Idiot Boy On that side now, and now on this, Idiot Boy She took the reins, when this was said, Idiot Boy By this the stars were almost gone, Idiot Boy "Where all this long night you have been, Idiot Boy "That we can feed this mind of ours, Expostulation "Think you, mid all this mighty sum Expostulation "I sit upon this old grey stone, Expostulation Why all this toil and trouble? Tables Turned 'Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose; Convict Here, under this dark sycamore, and view Tintern Abbey Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits, Tintern Abbey Of all this unintelligible world Tintern Abbey Until, the breath of this corporeal frame, Tintern Abbey If this Tintern Abbey That in this moment there is life and food Tintern Abbey And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Tintern Abbey From this green earth; of all the mighty world Tintern Abbey Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend, Tintern Abbey My dear, dear Sister! And this prayer I make, Tintern Abbey Through all the years of this our life, to lead Tintern Abbey That on the banks of this delightful stream Tintern Abbey And this green pastoral landscape, were to me Tintern Abbey
