TRUE................9 Instructed that true knowledge leads to love, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite True dignity abides with him alone Yew-Tree near Esthwaite I would, it were your true delight Lewti For the true reason no one knows, The Thorn Gave with a maiden's true good will The Thorn I will be sworn is true. The Thorn But still be true 'till I am dead, Mad Mother With, "God forbid it should be true!" Idiot Boy "And Johnny, mind you tell us true." Idiot Boy
TRULY...............1 The neighbors tell, and tell you truly, Goody Blake
TRUST...............2 Bidding me trust in God, he stood and prayed, -- Female Vagrant Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, Tintern Abbey
TRUTH...............4 And I in truth did love him like a brother, Female Vagrant Foregone the home delight of constant truth, Female Vagrant In truth you'd find it hard to say, The Thorn Truth breathed by chearfulness. Tables Turned
TRY.................1 Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort, Female Vagrant
TRY'D...............1 I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray; Ancyent Marinere IV
TU-WHOO.............1 "The cocks did crow to-whoo, tu-whoo, Idiot Boy
TUFTS...............2 And hung with heavy tufts of moss, The Thorn With heavy tufts of moss, that strive The Thorn
TUMULT..............1 'Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose; Convict
TUNE................5 Singeth a quiet tune. Ancyent Marinere V The sails at noon left off their tune Ancyent Marinere V And to that motion tune his wanton song, Nightingale Your movements to some heav'nly tune! Lewti And Johnny's in a merry tune, Idiot Boy
TUNED...............1 They shall be tuned to love. Lines near my House
TUNEFUL.............1 The owls in tuneful concert strive; Idiot Boy
TURN................4 Ne turn them up to pray. Ancyent Marinere VI How to turn left, and how to right. Idiot Boy Which way to turn she cannot tell. Idiot Boy The wretch on his pallet should turn, Convict
TURN'D..............8 Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang Ancyent Marinere III And having once turn'd round, walks on Ancyent Marinere VI I turn'd my head in fear and dread, Ancyent Marinere VI I pray'd and turn'd my head away Ancyent Marinere VI I turn'd my eyes upon the deck -- Ancyent Marinere VI My head was turn'd perforce away Ancyent Marinere VI Turn'd from the bridegroom's door. Ancyent Marinere VII And almost turn'd her brain to tinder. The Thorn
TURNED.............15 'Till his brain turned -- and ere his twentieth year, Foster-Mother At once, with rash disdain he turned away, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite To him we turned: -- we had no other aid. Female Vagrant By grief enfeebled was I turned adrift, Female Vagrant Have I. ---- She ceased, and weeping turned away, Female Vagrant When with her load she turned about, Goody Blake And icy-cold he turned away. Goody Blake I turned about and heard her cry, The Thorn He saw me, and he turned aside, Last of the Flock Perhaps he's turned himself about, Idiot Boy And gently turned the pony's head Idiot Boy She turned, she toss'd herself in bed, Idiot Boy And with a deep sadness I turned, to repair Convict How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee Tintern Abbey How often has my spirit turned to thee! Tintern Abbey
TURNS...............3 And turns no more his head: Ancyent Marinere VI He's at the guide-post -- he turns right, Idiot Boy And to the road she turns her ears, Idiot Boy
TWAIN...............2 And the Twain were playing dice; Ancyent Marinere III And sorely puzzled are the twain, Idiot Boy
TWAS................2 Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; Ancyent Marinere VI Twas mist and rain, and storm and rain, The Thorn
'TWAS..............15 'Twas sad as sad could be Ancyent Marinere II And now 'twas like all instruments, Ancyent Marinere V So lonely 'twas, that God himself Ancyent Marinere VII And all the autumn 'twas his only play Foster-Mother He heard a voice distinctly; 'twas the youth's, Foster-Mother 'Twas a hard change, an evil time was come; Female Vagrant Alas! 'twas hardly worth the telling, Goody Blake 'Twas well enough when summer came, Goody Blake 'Twas a hard time for Goody Blake. Goody Blake 'Twas all in vain, a useless matter, Goody Blake 'Twas throwing words away; for still We Are Seven And if 'twas born alive or dead, The Thorn 'Twas worth your while, though in the dark, The Thorn Sir! 'twas a precious flock to me, Last of the Flock 'Twas Johnny, Johnny, every where. Idiot Boy
