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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

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