The sea hath many thousand sands 33 The sun is warm, the sky is clear 256 The sun upon the lake is low 304 The twentieth year is well-nigh past 192 The world is too much with us; late and soon 330 They are all gone into the world of light 109 They that have power to hurt, and will do none 26 This is the month, and this the happy morn 56 This Life, which seems so fair 51 Though others may her brow adore 21 Thou art not fair, for all thy red and white 34 Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness 331 Three years she grew in sun and shower 209 Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream 146 Timely blossom, Infant fair 138 Tired with all these, for restful death I cry 54 Toll for the Brave 148 To me, fair Friend, you never can be old 11 To one who has been long in city pent 282 Turn back, you wanton flyer 16 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won 129 'Twas on a lofty vase's side 137 Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea 241 Under the greenwood tree 7 Upon my lap my sovereign sits 105 Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying 333 Victorious men of earth, no more 74