- They are all gone away
- They are my laddie’s hounds
- They are slaves who fear to speak
- They cannot wholly pass away
- They chained her fair young body to the cold and cruel stone
- The Year had all the Days in charge
- They glare—those stony eyes!
- They had brought in such sheafs of hair
- They made them ready and we saw them go
- They rise to mastery of wind and snow
- They rode from the camp at morn
- They say that, afar in the land of the west
- They tell me, Liberty! that in thy name
- They tell me that I must not love
- They tell you that Death ’s at the turn of the road
- They wait all day unseen by us, unfelt
- They who create rob death of half its stings
- Thine is the mystic melody
- Thine old-world eyes—each one a violet
- This ancient silver bowl of mine, it tells of good old times
- This bears the seal of immortality
- This book is all that ’s left me now!
- This bronze doth keep the very form and mould
- This, Children, is the famed Mon-goos
- This drop of ink chance leaves upon my pen
- This is a breath of summer wind
- This is Palm Sunday: mindful of the day
- This is the end of the book
- This is the loggia Browning loved
- This is the pathway where she walked
- This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign
- This is the song of the wave! The mighty one!
- This is the way the baby slept
- This realm is sacred to the silent past
- This the true sign of ruin to a race
- This was the man God gave us when the hour
- This was your butterfly, you see
- This world was not
- Those days we spent on Lebanon
- Those earlier men that owned our earth
- Those were good times, in olden days
- “Thou art a fool,” said my head to my heart
- Thou art as a lone watcher on a rock
- Thou art lost to me forever!—I have lost thee, Isadore!
- Thou art mine, thou hast given thy word
- Thou art my very own
- Thou blossom bright with autumn dew
- Thou, born to sip the lake or spring
- Thou dancer of two thousand years
- Thou ever young! Persephone but gazes
- Thou foolish blossom, all untimely blown!
- Thou for whose birth the whole creation yearned
- Though gifts like thine the fates gave not to me
- Though I am humble, slight me not
- Though thy constant love I share
- Thought is deeper than all speech
- Though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in dust
- Though Winter come with dripping skies
- Thou glorious mocker of the world! I hear
- Thou half-unfolded flower
- Thou happiest thing alive
- Thou hast evil
- Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea
- Thou, Sibyl rapt! whose sympathetic soul
- Thou spark of life that wavest wings of gold
- Thou tall, majestic monarch of the wood
- Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
- Thou unrelenting Past!
- Thou wast all that to me, love
- Thou, who didst lay all other bosoms bare
- Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm
- Thou who ordainest, for the land’s salvation
- Thou,—whose endearing hand once laid in sooth
- Thou, who wouldst wear the name
- Three horsemen galloped the dusty way
- Three steps and I reach the door
- Through his million veins are poured
- Through love to light! Oh wonderful the way
- Through my open window comes the sweet perfuming
- Throughout the soft and sunlit day
- Through some strange sense of sight or touch
- Through storms you reach them and from storms are free
- Through the fierce fever I nursed him, and then he said
- Thunder our thanks to her—guns, hearts, and lips!
- Thy cruise is over now
- Thy face I have seen as one seeth
- Thy laugh’s a song an oriole trilled
- Thy one white leaf is open to the sky
- Thy span of life was all too short
- Thy trivial harp will never please
- Time cannot age thy sinews, nor the gale
- Time has no flight—’t is we who speed along
- Tinged with the blood of Aztec lands
- ’T is but a little faded flower
- ’T is of a gallant Yankee ship that flew the stripes and stars
- ’T is said that absence conquers love!
- ’T is said that the gods on Olympus of old
- ’T is something from that tangle to have won
- ’T is the blithest, bonniest weather for a bird to flirt a feather
- ’T is to yourself I speak; you cannot know
- To-day, dear heart, but just to-day
- To eastward ringing, to westward winging, o’er mapless miles of sea
- To him who in the love of Nature holds
- Toil on, poor muser, to attain that goal
- To kiss my Celia’s fairer breast
- To me the earth once seemed to be
- To put new shingles on old roofs
- To spring belongs the violet, and the blown
- Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles
- To stand within a gently gliding boat
- To the brave all homage render
- To the quick brow Fame grudges her best wreath
- To the sea-shell’s spiral round
- To what new fates, my country, far
- To you, whose temperate pulses flow
- Trembling before thine awful throne
- True love’s own talisman, which here
- Turning from Shelley’s sculptured face aside
- Turn out more ale, turn up the light
- Turn with me from the city’s clamorous street
- Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom
- ’T was one of the charmëd days
- ’T was summer, and the spot a cool retreat
- ’T was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
- Two angels came through the gate of Heaven
- Two armies covered hill and plain
- Two loves had I. Now both are dead
- Two shall be born the whole wide world apart
- Tying her bonnet under her chin
- Unconquerably, men venture on the quest
- Under a spreading chestnut-tree
- Under a sultry, yellow sky
- Under a toadstool
- Under the apple bough
- Under the roots of the roses
- Under the shadows of a cliff
- Under the slanting light of the yellow sun of October
- Under the violets, blue and sweet
- Unflinching Dante of a later day
- Unhappy dreamer, who outwinged in flight
- Unmoored, unmanned, unheeded on the deep
- Unnoted as the setting of a star
- Untrammelled Giant of the West
- Unwarmed by any sunset light
- Upon my bier no garlands lay
- Upon my mantel-piece they stand
- Upon Nirwána’s brink the ráhat stood
- Us two wuz boys when we fell out
- Vengeful across the cold November moors
- Venus has lit her silver lamp
- Very dark the autumn sky
- Wake, Israel, wake! Recall to-day
- Wake not, but hear me, love!
- Wall, no! I can’t tell whar he lives
- Warm, wild, rainy wind, blowing fitfully
- Was there another Spring than this?
- Was this his face, and these the finding eyes
- Way down upon de Swanee Ribber
- Weak-winged is song
- We are but two—the others sleep
- We are ghost-ridden
- We are the Ancient People
- We are two travellers, Roger and I
- Weary at heart with winter yesterday
- Weary, weary, desolate
- Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms
- We break the glass, whose sacred wine
- We count the broken lyres that rest
- We follow where the Swamp Fox guides
- We gazed on Corryvrekin’s whirl
- We had been long in mountain snow
- We have sent him seeds of the melon’s core
- We know not what it is, dear, this sleep so deep and still
- We lay us down to sleep
- Well, yes, sir, dat am a comical name
- We must be nobler for our dead, be sure
- Were but my spirit loosed upon the air
- Were I a happy bird
- Were I transported to some distant star
- We sailed and sailed upon the desert sea
- We sail toward evening’s lonely star
- We, sighing, said, Our Pan is dead
- We summoned not the Silent Guest
- We took it to the woods, we two
- We were boys together
- We were not many—we who stood
- We were ordered to Samoa from the coast of Panama
- We were twin brothers, tall and hale
- We wondered why he always turned aside
- We wreathed about our darling’s head
- What are the long waves singing so mournfully evermore?
- What, are you hurt, Sweet? So am I
- What bird is that, with voice so sweet
- What bring ye me, O camels, across the southern desert
- What can console for a dead world?
- What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried
- What care I, what cares he
- What charlatans in this later day
- What, comrade of a night
- What domes and pinnacles of mist and fire
- What dost thou here
- What! dost thou pray that the outgone tide be rolled back on the strand
- What fragrant-footed comer
- What great yoked brutes with briskets low
- What has become of the good ship Kite?
- What if the Soul her real life elsewhere holds
- What is a sonnet? ’T is the pearly shell
- “What is it to be dead?” O Life
- What is the little one thinking about?
- What is there wanting in the Spring?
- What man is there so bold that he should say
- What! Roses on thy tomb! and was there then
- What seek’st thou at this madman’s pace?
- What shall her silence keep
- What shall we do now, Mary being dead
- What shall we mourn? For the prostrate tree that sheltered the young green wood?
- What ’s love, when the most is said? The flash of the lightning fleet
- What songs found voice upon those lips
- What ’s the brightness of a brow?
- What strength! what strife! what rude unrest!
- What then, what if my lips do burn
- What though the green leaf grow?
- What time the earth takes on the garb of Spring
- What was my dream? Though consciousness be clear
- What, what, what
- What will you give to a barefoot lass
- When almond buds unclose
- When April rains make flowers bloom
- When calm is the night, and the stars shine bright
- Whence come ye, Cherubs? from the moon?
- Whence, O fragrant form of light
- When cherry flowers begin to blow
- When Darby saw the setting sun
- When Dorothy and I took tea, we sat upon the floor
- When dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time
- Whenever a little child is born
- Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky
- When first I looked into thy glorious eyes
- When first I saw her, at the stroke
- When Freedom from her mountain height
- When from the vaulted wonder of the sky
- When I am standing on a mountain crest
- When I consider Life and its few years
- When I forth fare beyond this narrow earth
- When in my walks I meet some ruddy lad
- When in the first great hour of sleep supreme
- When in thy glass thou studiest thy face
- When I was seventeen I heard
- When I went up the minster tower
- When late I heard the trembling cello play
- When leaves turn outward to the light
- When Love comes knocking at thy gate
- When love in the faint heart trembles
- When Nature had made all her birds
- When on my soul in nakedness
- When our babe he goeth walking in his garden
- When Psyche’s friend becomes her lover
- When she comes home again! A thousand ways
- When souls that have put off their mortal gear
- When stars pursue their solemn flight
- When sunshine met the wave
- When the grass shall cover me
- When the lessons and tasks are all ended
- When the reaper’s task was ended, and the summer wearing late
- When the rose is brightest
- When the Sultan Shah-Zaman
- When the veil from the eyes is lifted
- When tulips bloom in Union Square
- When winds go organing through the pines
- When winter’s cold tempests and snows are no more
- When wintry days are dark and drear
- When youth was lord of my unchallenged fate
- Where all the winds were tranquil
- Where ancient forests round us spread
- Where broods the Absolute
- Wherefore these revels that my dull eyes greet?
- Where Helen comes, as falls the dew
- Where Helen sits, the darkness is so deep
- Where Hudson’s wave o’er silvery sands
- Where in its old historic splendor stands
- Where now these mingled ruins lie
- Where ’s he that died o’ Wednesday?
- Where swell the songs thou shouldst have sung
- Where the graves were many, we looked for one
- While I recline
- While now the Pole Star sinks from sight
- Whipp’will’s singin’ to de moon
- White England shouldering from the sea
- White sail upon the ocean verge
- White sand and cedars; cedars, sand
- White wings of commerce sailing far
- Whither leads this pathway, little one?
- Whither, midst falling dew
- Who are ye, spirits, that stand
- Who comes to England not to learn
- Who drives the horses of the sun
- Who has robbed the ocean cave
- Who knows the thoughts of a child
- Who ’ll have the crumpled pieces of a heart?
- Whom the gods love die young
- Who nearer Nature’s life would truly come
- Whose furthest footstep never strayed
- Who tamed your lawless Tartar blood?
- Who will watch thee, little mound
- Why, Death, what dost thou here
- Why dost thou hail with songful lips no more
- Why here, on this third planet from the Sun
- Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I
- Why shouldst thou cease thy plaintive song
- Why should we waste and weep?
- Why thus longing, thus for ever sighing
- Wide open and unguarded stand our gates
- Wild is its nature, as it were a token
- Wild Rose of Alloway! my thanks
- Wild stream the clouds, and the fresh wind is singing
- Will there really be a morning?
- Wind of the City Streets
- Wind of the North
- Winged mimic of the woods! thou motley fool!
- Withdraw thee, soul, from strife
- With eyes hand-arched he looks into
- Within a poor man’s squalid home I stood
- Within his sober realm of leafless trees
- Within me are two souls that pity each
- Within my heart I long have kept
- Within this lowly grave a Conqueror lies
- With oaken staff and swinging lantern bright
- Without him still this whirling earth
- With sails full set, the ship her anchor weighs
- With saintly grace and reverent tread
- With wrath-flushed cheeks, and eyelids red
- Woe for the brave ship Orient!
- Woodman, spare that tree!
- Words, words
- Wouldst know the artist? Then go seek
- Would the lark sing the sweeter if he knew
- Would you hear of the River-Fight?
- Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
- Yer know me little nipper,
- Yes, death is at the bottom of the cup
- Yes, faith is a goodly anchor
- Yes, he was that, or that, as you prefer
- Yes, I have heard the nightingale
- Yes, I know what you say
- Ye smooth-faced sons of Jacob, hug close your ingleside
- Yes, still I love thee! Time, who sets
- Yet, O my friend—pale conjurer, I call
- Ye white Sicilian goats, who wander all
- Yon clouds that roam the deserts of the air
- You ask a verse, to sing (ah, laughing face!)
- You ax about dat music made
- You gave me roses, love, last night
- You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse
- Young to the end through sympathy with youth
- Your heart is a music-box, dearest!
- You sang me a song
- You who dread the cares and labors
- You will come, my bird, Bonita?
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