TO-DAY..............4 We from to-day, my friend, will date Lines near my House Our temper from to-day. Lines near my House To-day I fetched him from the rock; Last of the Flock To-day I fetched it from the rock; Last of the Flock
TO-MORROW...........3 Farewell, O Warbler! till to-morrow eve, Nightingale To-morrow LEWTI may be kind. Lewti Though grief and pain may come to-morrow? Near Richmond
TO-WHOO.............1 "The cocks did crow to-whoo, tu-whoo, Idiot Boy
TOGETHER............9 The dead men stood together. Ancyent Marinere VI All stood together on the deck, Ancyent Marinere VI To walk together to the Kirk Ancyent Marinere VII To walk together to the Kirk Ancyent Marinere VII And all together pray, Ancyent Marinere VII They stood together, chained in deep discourse, Foster-Mother As those two swans together heave Lewti "Together round her grave we played, We Are Seven We stood together; And that I, so long Tintern Abbey
TOIL................2 Ill was I then for toil or service fit: Female Vagrant Why all this toil and trouble? Tables Turned
TOLD................6 Never sadder tale was told Ancyent Marinere V My husband's father told it me, Foster-Mother And never learnt a prayer, nor told a bead, Foster-Mother He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth, Foster-Mother (The Woman thus her artless story told) Female Vagrant And Betty o'er and o'er has told Idiot Boy
TOLLED..............1 How dismal tolled; that night, the city clock! Female Vagrant
TOMB................2 All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood -- Female Vagrant Till peace go with him to the tomb. Near Richmond
TONGUE..............5 And every tongue thro' utter drouth Ancyent Marinere II O happy living things! no tongue Ancyent Marinere IV Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue. Female Vagrant Then did the boy his tongue unlock, Anecdote for Fathers And it was in the English tongue. Mad Mother
TONGUES.............3 Of dissolute tongues, 'gainst jealousy, and hate, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Though yet their tongues were still. Idiot Boy With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Tintern Abbey
TONIGHT.............1 The wolf has come to me tonight, Forsaken Indian
TOO................14 Yet she sail'd softly too: Ancyent Marinere VI Would be too short for him to utter forth Nightingale From fruitless love, too fondly cherish'd! Lewti And mossy network too is there, The Thorn But nay, my heart is far too glad; Mad Mother To thee I know too much I owe; Mad Mother And proudly shook the bridle too, Idiot Boy And that's the very pony, too. Idiot Boy And Betty sees the pony too: Idiot Boy No doubt too he the moon had seen; Idiot Boy Too soon despair o'er me prevailed; Forsaken Indian Too soon my heartless spirit failed; Forsaken Indian Too soon, my friends, you went away; Forsaken Indian With tranquil restoration: -- feelings too Tintern Abbey
TOOK................9 It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last Ancyent Marinere III Sure my kind saint took pity on me, Ancyent Marinere IV I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Ancyent Marinere VII Through pastures not his own, the master took; Female Vagrant And fiercely by the arm he took her, Goody Blake I said and took him by the arm -- Anecdote for Fathers And it was fit that thence I took Last of the Flock She took the reins, when this was said, Idiot Boy When from my arms my babe they took, Forsaken Indian
TOOL................1 Give me your tool" to him I said; Simon Lee
TOOLS...............1 They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools -- Ancyent Marinere V
TOP.................3 Below the Light-house top. Ancyent Marinere I The light-house top I see? Ancyent Marinere VI With lichens to the very top, The Thorn
TORCH...............2 And each right-arm burnt like a torch, Ancyent Marinere VI A torch that's borne upright. Ancyent Marinere VI
TORCHES.............1 Like as of torches came. Ancyent Marinere VI
TORMENTS............1 And now the thought torments her sore, Idiot Boy
TORPID..............1 These things just served to stir the torpid sense, Female Vagrant
TORRENT'S...........1 She darts as with a torrent's force, Idiot Boy
TORRENTS............1 Nor leaping torrents when they howl; Mad Mother
TORTURES............1 And conscience her tortures appease, Convict
TOSS'D..............2 To loathsome vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd, Female Vagrant She turned, she toss'd herself in bed, Idiot Boy
TOSSING.............1 Like tipsy Joy that reels with tossing head. Nightingale
