The Poems of William Wordsworth - Humanities-Ebooks
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860 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Poems</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>William</strong> <strong>Wordsworth</strong><br />
Tale <strong>of</strong> Peter Bell I.492<br />
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense<br />
III.411<br />
Tell me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold<br />
III.578<br />
Temptations from Roman Refinements<br />
III.371<br />
Tenderly do we feel by Nature’s law<br />
III.555<br />
Thanks for the lessons <strong>of</strong> this Spot—fit school<br />
III.501<br />
Thanksgiving after Childbirth<br />
III.424<br />
That gloomy cave, that gothic nich<br />
III.643<br />
That happy gleam <strong>of</strong> vernal eyes<br />
III.616<br />
That heresies should strike (if truth be scanned<br />
III.372<br />
That is work which I am rueing— I.698<br />
That vast eugh-tree, pride <strong>of</strong> Lorton Vale I.747<br />
That way look, my Infant, lo! I.609<br />
<strong>The</strong> Ball whizzed by—it grazed his ear<br />
III.729<br />
<strong>The</strong> Baptist might have been ordain’d to cry<br />
III.547<br />
<strong>The</strong> Bard, whose soul is meek as dawning day<br />
III.79<br />
<strong>The</strong> barren wife all sad in mind I.72<br />
<strong>The</strong> captive Bird was gone;—to cliff or moor<br />
III.499<br />
<strong>The</strong> cattle crowding round this beverage clear<br />
III.491<br />
<strong>The</strong> cock is crowing I.669<br />
<strong>The</strong> confidence <strong>of</strong> Youth our only Art<br />
III.431<br />
<strong>The</strong> Crescent-moon, the Star <strong>of</strong> Love<br />
III.747<br />
<strong>The</strong> Danish Conqueror, on his royal chair<br />
III.100<br />
<strong>The</strong> dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I.438<br />
<strong>The</strong> embowering Rose, the Acacia, and the Pine<br />
III.43<br />
<strong>The</strong> encircling ground, in native turf array’d<br />
III.410<br />
<strong>The</strong> fairest, brightest hues <strong>of</strong> ether fade<br />
III.47<br />
<strong>The</strong> feudal Keep, the bastions <strong>of</strong> Cohorn<br />
III.494<br />
<strong>The</strong> floods are roused, and will not soon be weary<br />
III.507<br />
<strong>The</strong> forest huge <strong>of</strong> ancient Caledon<br />
III.481<br />
<strong>The</strong> formal World relaxes her cold chain<br />
III.560<br />
<strong>The</strong> gallant Youth, who may have gained<br />
III.469<br />
<strong>The</strong> gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed<br />
III.750<br />
<strong>The</strong> gentlest Shade that walked Elysian Plains<br />
III.36<br />
<strong>The</strong> glory <strong>of</strong> evening was spread through the west I.370<br />
<strong>The</strong> God <strong>of</strong> Love—ah benedicite!<br />
II.642<br />
<strong>The</strong> hour-bell sounds and I must go I.70<br />
<strong>The</strong> Imperial Consort <strong>of</strong> the Fairy King<br />
III.366<br />
<strong>The</strong> imperial Stature, the colossal stride<br />
III.569<br />
<strong>The</strong> Kirk <strong>of</strong> Ulpha to the Pilgrim’s eye<br />
III.362<br />
<strong>The</strong> Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor I.377<br />
<strong>The</strong> Lady whom you here behold<br />
III.601<br />
<strong>The</strong> Land we from our Fathers had in trust<br />
III.20