THROAT..............3 With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd Ancyent Marinere III With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd Ancyent Marinere III My lips were wet, my throat was cold, Ancyent Marinere V
THROSTLE............1 And hark! How blithe the throstle sings! Tables Turned
THROUGH............23 My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied; Female Vagrant Through pastures not his own, the master took; Female Vagrant I could not pray: -- through tears that fell in showers, Female Vagrant The human soul that through me ran; Lines in Early Spring Through primrose-tufts, in that sweet bower, Lines in Early Spring Cuts like a scythe, while through the clouds The Thorn Head-foremost, through the driving rain, The Thorn Through half the clear blue sky will go, The Thorn Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon, Dungeon Through hollow snows and rivers wide. Mad Mother So through the moonlight lanes they go, Idiot Boy So, through the moonlight lane she goes, Idiot Boy The owlets through the long blue night Idiot Boy Wind slowly through the windy dale: Idiot Boy Through all the long green fields has spread, Tables Turned Through his whole body something ran, Forsaken Indian The glory of evening was spread through the west; Convict Rang loud through the meadow and wood. Convict I pause; and at length, through the glimmering grate Convict And his crime, through the pains that o'erwhelm him, descried, Convict O sylvan Wye! Thou wanderer through the wood Tintern Abbey And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still Tintern Abbey Through all the years of this our life, to lead Tintern Abbey
THROVE..............1 They throve, and we at home did thrive Last of the Flock
THROWING............1 'Twas throwing words away; for still We Are Seven
THUMP...............1 With heavy thump, a lifeless lump Ancyent Marinere III
THUNDER.............1 Like echoes to a distant thunder, Lewti
THUNDER-FIT.........1 The Ice did split with a thunder-fit; Ancyent Marinere I
THUNDER-STROKE......1 Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder-stroke Female Vagrant
THUNDERS............1 Which thunders down with headlong force, Idiot Boy
THURSDAY............1 Another was on Thursday brought, Goody Blake
THUS...............25 And thus spake on that ancyent man, Ancyent Marinere I And thus spake on that ancyent Man, Ancyent Marinere I "From the fiends that plague thee thus -- Ancyent Marinere I A different lore: we may not thus profane Nightingale (The Woman thus her artless story told) Female Vagrant Thus looking out did Harry stand; Goody Blake Thus on her knees did Goody pray, Goody Blake And thus to me he made reply; Anecdote for Fathers "Now wherefore thus, by day and night, The Thorn "Thus to the dreary mountain-top The Thorn But kill a new-born infant thus! The Thorn -- Why bustle thus about your door, Idiot Boy Why will ye thus my suit repel? Idiot Boy And can you thus unfriended leave me? Idiot Boy Why stand you thus Good Betty Foy? Idiot Boy And while her mind was fighting thus, Idiot Boy And thus to Betty's question, he Idiot Boy -- Thus answered Johnny in his glory, Idiot Boy While, facing thus the crimson west, Near Richmond Glide gently, thus for ever glide, Near Richmond "Thus for the length of half a day, Expostulation "Why William, sit you thus alone, Expostulation One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, Expostulation And thus I made reply. Expostulation If I were not thus taught, should I the more Tintern Abbey
THY................42 "By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye Ancyent Marinere I "By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye Ancyent Marinere I "I fear thy skinny hand; Ancyent Marinere IV "I fear thee and thy glittering eye Ancyent Marinere IV "And thy skinny hand so brown -- Ancyent Marinere IV "Marinere! thou hast thy will: Ancyent Marinere V "Thy soft response renewing -- Ancyent Marinere VI That break against the shore, shall lull thy mind Yew-Tree near Esthwaite It would thy brain unsettle even to hear. Female Vagrant Healest thy wandering and distempered child: Dungeon Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Dungeon Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets, Dungeon Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, Dungeon Thy lips I feel them, baby! they Mad Mother Oh! press me with thy little hand; Mad Mother I feel thy little fingers press'd. Mad Mother Thou art thy mother's only joy; Mad Mother And I will always be thy guide, Mad Mother Thy father cares not for my breast, Mad Mother I am thy father's wedded wife; Mad Mother My little babe! thy lips are still, Mad Mother And thou hast almost suck'd thy fill. Mad Mother For I thy own dear mother am. Mad Mother I've sought thy father far and wide. Mad Mother We'll find thy father in the wood. Mad Mother As lovely visions by thy side Near Richmond Thy quiet soul on all bestowing, Near Richmond As thy deep waters now are flowing. Near Richmond That in thy waters may be seen Near Richmond A woman who was not thy mother. Forsaken Indian "Is come as a brother thy sorrows to share. Convict "At thy name though compassion her nature resign, Convict "Though in virtue's proud mouth thy report be a stain, Convict My dear, dear Friend, and in thy voice I catch Tintern Abbey Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while Tintern Abbey Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; Tintern Abbey Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind Tintern Abbey Thy memory be as a dwelling-place Tintern Abbey Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Tintern Abbey Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Tintern Abbey Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Tintern Abbey More dear, both for themselves, and for thy sake. Tintern Abbey
