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- T. 99 would gladly hear by Andrew Lang
- ta by E. E. Cummings
- Ta paille azur de lavandes, by Stéphane Mallarmé
- Ta ra! Boom boom! A regiment is coming down the street; by John L. Stoddard
- Take a hold now by Carl Sandburg
- Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, by Emily Dickinson
- Take all away— by Emily Dickinson
- Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; by William Shakespeare
- Take for example this: by E. E. Cummings
- Take heed of loving me; by John Donne
- Take it away, and swallow it yourself. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions by Edgar Lee Masters
- Take of the first fruits, father, of thy care, by George MacDonald
- Take this kiss upon the brow! by Edgar Allan Poe
- Take wings of fancy, and ascend, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Take your fill of intimate remorse, perfumed sorrow, by Carl Sandburg
- Take your Heaven further on— by Emily Dickinson
- Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs, by William Ernest Henley
- Take, O take those lips away, by William Shakespeare
- Take, oh take those lips away, by John Fletcher
- Taken from men—this morning— by Emily Dickinson
- Taking up the fair Ideal, by Emily Dickinson
- Talent and beauty, and the heart’s warm glow, by Matilda Betham
- Talk not to me of Summer Trees by Emily Dickinson
- Talk with prudence to a Beggar by Emily Dickinson
- Tall candles stand upon the table, where by Amy Lowell
- Tall was young Wanata, stronger than Heyoka’s giant form,— by Hanford Lennox Gordon
- Tall was young Wanata, stronger than Heyoka’s giant form. by Hanford Lennox Gordon
- Tang of fruitage in the air; by Amy Lowell
- Tap! Tap! Tap! by Amy Lowell
- Tarye no lenger; toward thyn heritage by John Lydgate
- Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense, by William Wordsworth
- Teach Him—When He makes the names— by Emily Dickinson
- Teach me, my God and King, by George Herbert
- Tear-marks stain from page to page by John Charles McNeill
- Tears of the widower, when he sees by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Tears will betray all pride, but when ye mourn him, by Thomas Kettle
- Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Teevo cheevo cheevio chee: by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- Tek a cool night, good an’ cleah, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Tel qu’en Lui-même enfin l’éternité le change, by Stéphane Mallarmé
- Tell all the Truth but tell it slant— by Emily Dickinson
- Tell as a Marksman—were forgotten by Emily Dickinson
- Tell me in what spot remote by Alice Duer Miller
- Tell me not of a face that’s fair, by Alexander Brome
- Tell me not that babies dwell by Andrew Lang
- Tell me not what too well I know by Walter Savage Landor
- Tell me not, in mournful numbers, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, by Richard Lovelace
- Tell me now in what hidden way is by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- Tell me quiet things by Hilda Conkling
- Tell me when you’ll wed me? by Arthur Weir
- Tell me where is Fancy bred, by William Shakespeare
- Tell me, by Amy Lowell
- Tell me, chaste spirit! in yon orb of light, by Thomas Gent
- Tell me, o muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide by Homer
- Tell me, O tell, what kind of thing is Wit, by Abraham Cowley
- Tell me, Tramp, where I may go by Robert Service
- Tell me, was Altgeld elected Governor? by Edgar Lee Masters
- Tell your love where the roses blow, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Tell, if thou canst, and truly, whence doth come by Robert Herrick
- Telleth of a young man that fain would be fairly tattooed on his by Andrew Lang
- Temples he built and palaces of air, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Ten cleansed, and only one remain! by John Keble
- Ten little brown chicks scattered and scuffled, by Robert Service
- Ten minutes now I have been looking at this. by Carl Sandburg
- Ten o’clock: the broken moon by Emma Lazarus
- Ten years ago it seemed impossible by Christina Rossetti
- Ten years together without yet a cloud, by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Tender and tremulous green of leaves by Lola Ridge
- Tenderest Herald of the sky, by William Hayley
- Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, by Rupert Brooke
- Tested and staunch through many a changing year, by R. C. Lehmann
- Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame by William Shakespeare
- Th’ast dar’d too far ; but, fury, now forbear by Robert Herrick
- Than Heaven more remote, by Emily Dickinson
- Than these November skies by John Freeman
- Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Thank God for little children, by Frances E. W. Harper
- Thank God that there are solid folk by C. S. Lewis
- Thank Heaven! the crisis— by Edgar Allan Poe
- Thanksgiving comes but once a year, by Thornton W. Burgess
- Thanksgiving day is coming soon, by Charles Frederick White
- Thar showed up out’n Denver in the spring uv ‘81 by Eugene Field
- That after Horror—that ’twas us— by Emily Dickinson
- That air same Jones, which lived in Jones, by Sidney Lanier
- That angel whose charge was Eiré sang thus, o’er the dark Isle winging; by Aubrey De Vere
- That Barret, the painter of pictures, what feeling for color he had! by Robert Service
- That boy I took in the car last night, by Robert Service
- That civilisation may not sink, by William Butler Yeats
- That crazed girl improvising her music. by William Butler Yeats
- That day her eyes were deep as night. by Trumbull Stickney
- That day, in the slipping of torsos and straining flanks by Lola Ridge
- That Distance was between Us by Emily Dickinson
- That e’er fill’d ambitious eye; by Richard Lovelace
- That each, who seems a separate whole, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, by Robert Browning
- That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, by Emily Dickinson
- That frown, Aminta, now hath drown’d by Richard Lovelace
- That god forbid, that made me first your slave, by William Shakespeare
