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Tom Collins Who never drinks and never bets, But loves his wife and pays his debts And feels content with what he gets? Tom Collins. Who has the utmost confidence That all the banks now in suspense Will meet... Poet:	Tommy Corrigan You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace -- Not one in fifty has the nerve to ride a steeplechase. It's right enough, while horses pull and take their faces strong, To rush a flier to the front and bring the field along;... Poet:	Too cold is this Too cold is this To warm with Sun — Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work — Outstaring Masonry — How went the Agile Kernel out Contusion of the Husk Nor Rip, nor wrinkle... Poet:	Too few the mornings be, Too few the mornings be, Too scant the nights. No lodging can be had For the delights That come to earth to stay, But no apartment find And ride away. Poet:
Too happy Time dissolves itself Too happy Time dissolves itself And leaves no remnant by - 'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath Or too much weight to fly - Poet:	Too Late (Dickinson) Oh, if there may departing be Any forgot by victory In her imperial round, Show them this meek apparelled thing, That could not stop to be a king, Doubtful if it be crowned ! Poet:	Too little way the House must lie Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant — Too narrow is the Right between — Too imminent the chance — Each Consciousness must... Poet:	Too scanty 'twas to die for you, Too scanty 'twas to die for you, The merest Greek could that. The living, Sweet, is costlier — I offer even that — The Dying, is a trifle, past, But living, this include The dying multifold — without... Poet:
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar Unless thou know'st the Tune Or every Bird will point at thee Because a Bard too soon — Poet:	Toussaint L'Ouverture Poet: