Take Back the Virgin Page. Take Hence the Bowl. Tear, The. Tell Her, oh, tell Her. Tell-Tale Lyre, The. Temple to Friendship, A. The Bird, let Loose. Thee, Thee, Only Thee. Then, Fare Thee Well. Then First from Love. There are Sounds of Mirth. There comes a Time. There is a Bleak Desert. There's Something Strange. They know not My Heart. They may rail at This Life. They met but Once. They tell Me Thou'rt the Favored Guest. Third Angel's Story. This Life is All checkered with Pleasures and Woes. This World is All a Fleeting Show.. Tho, Humble the Banquet. Tho' Lightly sounds the Song I sing. Those Evening Bells. Tho' the Last Glimpse of Erin with Sorrow I see. Tho' 'tis All but a Dream. Thou art, O God. Thou bidst Me sing. Thoughts on Mischief. Thoughts on Patrons, Puffs, and Other Matters. Thoughts on Tar Barrels. Thoughts on the Late Destructive Propositions of the Tories. Thoughts on the Present Government of Ireland. Thou lovest No More. Three Doctors, The. Tibullus to Sulpicia. Time I've lost in wooing, The. 'Tis All for Thee. 'Tis Gone, and For Ever. 'Tis Sweet to think. 'Tis the Last Rose of Summer. To......: And hast Thou marked the Pensive Shade. To......: Come, take Thy Harp--'tis vain to muse. To......: Never mind How the Pedagogue proses. To......: Put off the Vestal Veil, nor, oh. To......: Remember Him Thou leavest behind. To......: Sweet Lady, look not Thus Again. To......: That Wrinkle, when First I espied it. To......: The World had just begun to steal. To......: 'Tis Time, I feel, to leave Thee Now. To......: To be the Theme of Every Hour. To......: When I loved You, I can't but allow. To......: With All My Soul, Then, let us part. To......'s Picture: Go Then, if She, Whose Shade Thou art. To a Boy, with a Watch. To a Lady, with Some Manuscript Poems. To a Lady, on Her singing. To Cara, after an Interval of Absence. To Cara, oh the Dawning of a New Year's Day. To Caroline, Viscountess Valletort. To Cloe. To-Day, Dearest, is Ours. To George Morgan, Esq. To His Serene Highness the Duke of Montpensier. To James Corry, Esq. To Joseph Atkinson, Esq. To Julia, in Allusion to Some Illiberal Criticisms. To Julia: Mock me No More with Love's Beguiling Dream. To Julia: Though Fate, My Girl, may bid Us part. To Julia, on Her Birthday. To Julia: I saw the Peasant's Hand Unkind. To Julia weeping. To Ladies' Eyes. To Lady Heathcote. To Lady Holland. To Lady Jersey. To Lord Viscount Strangford. To Miss Moore. To Miss Susan Beckford. To Miss ---- on Her asking the Author Why She had Sleepless Nights. To Mrs. Bl----, written in Her Album. To Mrs. ----, on Some Calumnies against Her Character. To Mrs. ----: To see Thee Every Day That came. To Mrs. ----, on Her Beautiful Translation of Voiture's Kiss. To Mrs. Henry Tighe. To My Mother. To Phillis. To Rosa, written during Illness. To Rosa: And are You Then a Thing of Art. To Rosa. Is the Song of Rosa Mute. To Rosa: Like One Who trusts to Summer Skies. To Rosa; Say Why should the Girl of My Soul be in Tears. Tory Pledges. To Sir Hudson Lowe. To the Boston Frigate. To the Fire-Fly. To the Flying-Fish. To the Honorable W. R. Spencer. To the Lady Charlotte Rawdon. To the Large and Beautiful Miss ----. To the Lord Viscount Forbes. To the Marchioness Dowager of Donegall. To the Rev. Charles Overton. To the Reverend ----. To Thomas Hume, Esq., M.D. To the Ship in Which Lord Castlereagh sailed for the Continent. Tout pour la Tripe. To weave a Garland for the Rose. Translation from the Gull Language. Translations from Catullus. Trio. Triumph of Bigotry. Triumph of Farce, The. Turf shall be My Fragrant Shrine, The 'Twas One of Those Dreams. Two Loves, The. Twin'st Thou with' Lofty Wreath Thy Brow.