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Title	Poet	Collection	Body
This Consciousness that is aware		English	This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone Is traversing the interval Experience between And most profound experiment ...
This dirty — little — Heart			This dirty — little — Heart Is freely mine. I won it with a Bun — A Freckled shrine — But eligibly fair To him who sees The Visage of the Soul And not the knees.
This docile one inter		English	This docile one inter While we who dare to live Arraign the sunny brevity That sparkled to the Grave. On her departing span No wilderness remain As dauntless in the House of Death As if...
This Dust, and its Feature —			This Dust, and its Feature — Accredited — Today — Will in a second Future — Cease to identify — This Mind, and its measure — A too minute Area For its enlarged inspection's Comparison —...
This ev'ning, Delia, you and I		English	This ev'ning, Delia, you and I, Have manag'd most delightfully, For with a frown we parted; Having contrived some trifle that We both may be much troubled at, And sadly disconcerted. Yet well...
This heart that broke so long —		English	This heart that broke so long — These feet that never flagged — This faith that watched for star in vain, Give gently to the dead — Hound cannot overtake the Hare That fluttered panting, here — Nor...
This is a Blossom of the Brain —		English	This is a Blossom of the Brain — A small — italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified — Shy as the Wind of his Chambers Swift as a Freshet's Tongue So of the Flower of the Soul...
This is my letter to the World		English	This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me — The simple News that Nature told — With tender Majesty Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see — For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —...
This is the place they hoped before,			This is the place they hoped before, Where I am hoping now. The seed of disappointment grew Within a capsule gay, Too distant to arrest the feet That walk this plank of balm — Before them lies escapeless...
This Life	William Drummond of Hawthornden	English	This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children’s breath, Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath. And though it sometimes seem of its own might Like to an eye of gold to be fixed...
This Me — that walks and works — must die,		English	This Me — that walks and works — must die, Some fair or stormy Day, Adversity if it may be Or wild prosperity The Rumor's Gate was shut so tight Before my mind was born Not even a Prognostic's push ...
This Merit hath the worst —			This Merit hath the worst — It cannot be again — When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone — The Maimed may pause, and breathe, And glance securely round — The Deer attracts no...
This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies			This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies And Lads and Girls — Was laughter and ability and Sighing And Frocks and Curls. This Passive Place a Summer's nimble mansion Where Bloom and Bees Exists an...
This slow Day moved along —		English	This slow Day moved along — I heard its axles go As if they could not hoist themselves They hated motion so — I told my soul to come — It was no use to wait — We went and played and came again ...
This that would greet — an hour ago —			This that would greet — an hour ago — Is quaintest Distance — now — Had it a Guest from Paradise — Nor glow, would it, nor bow — Had it a notice from the Noon Nor beam would it nor warm — Match me...
This was a Poet — It is That		English	This was a Poet — It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species That perished by the Door — We wonder it was not Ourselves ...
This was in the White of the Year —		English	This was in the White of the Year — That — was in the Green — Drifts were as difficult then to think As Daisies now to be seen — Looking back is best that is left Or if it be — before — Retrospection...
This World is not Conclusion.			This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound — It beckons, and it baffles — Philosophy — don't know — And through a Riddle, at the last — ...
This — is the land — the Sunset washes —		English	This — is the land — the Sunset washes — These — are the Banks of the Yellow Sea — Where it rose — or whither it rushes — These — are the Western Mystery! Night after Night Her purple traffic Strews...
Thisbe	Helen Gray Cone	English	The garden within was shaded, And guarded about from sight; The fragrance flowed to the south wind, The fountain leaped to the light. And the street without was narrow, And dusty, and hot, and mean; But the bush that bore white roses,...