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- ‘O Beauty, born of lovely things that die!’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘O sir, that Christian souls should come to that!’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘O Vanity of Vanities!’ by William Ernest Henley
- ‘Of the whole of the Clan Discobbolos?’ by Edward Lear
- ‘Oh! Farewell to the end of my nose!’ by Edward Lear
- ‘Only be still, and in the silence grow.’ by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- ‘Possums ain’ skace w’en dey’s lots o’ pu’simmons. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- ‘S the girt woak tree that’s in the dell. by William Barnes
- ‘Strike me if I shriek.’ by William Butler Yeats
- ‘T was off for a sailor thy father would go!” by Eugene Field
- ‘T will be Lizy up a-tu’nin’ of de chillun in de bed. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- ‘That Pebbles are happier without their toes.’ by Edward Lear
- ‘That’s certainly the case,’ said he. by William Butler Yeats
- ‘The colours I have seen on it?’ by G. K. Chesterton
- ‘The Dong with a luminous Nose!’ by Edward Lear
- ‘The Gods are Dead!’ by William Ernest Henley
- ‘The Hand that made us is divine.’ by Joseph Addison
- ‘The wind-blown clamour of the barnacle-geese.’ by William Butler Yeats
- ‘The world has bloomed again, at Baltimore!’ by Sidney Lanier
- ‘This man loved me‘—then rise and trip away. by Walter Savage Landor
- ‘This wife how her heroic husband fell.’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘Thou shalt not be the fool of loss.’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- ‘Thou’dst better been content!’ by Sam G. Goodrich
- ‘Thou, my dear, wert born to-day.’ by Matthew Prior
- ‘Twixt women’s love, and men’s will ever be. by John Donne
- ‘Vant Pegasus fut eaten! by Ellis Parker Butler
- ‘What is Truth?’” by Edgar Lee Masters
- ‘Whether they work together or apart.’ by Robert Frost
- ‘Why can’t you cut it short, you pompous blighter?’ by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘Will Captain Croesus come this way? by Siegfried Sassoon
- ‘You propitious old person of Janina!’ by Edward Lear
- ‘Z well o’ us ez we o’ she. by Ellis Parker Butler
- ’Bout de Boogah Man! by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- ’Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o’er my corse! by George Parsons Lathrop
- ’Neath the old apple tree. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- ’Neath the Rose. by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- ’Nuff to make me understan’. by James Weldon Johnson
- ’Tis a common tale. by Amy Lowell
- ’Tis all that Heaven allows. by John Wilmot
- ’Tis better than showing the heart. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- ’Tis but an airy bubble and a cheat. by Henry Kirk White
- ’Tis but rain, and runs not clear. by John Dryden
- ’Tis but to show how much I grieve. by John Sheffield
- ’Tis easy to be true! by Sir Charles Sedley
- ’Tis folly to be wise. by Thomas Gray
- ’Tis God shall requite! I am safer so. by Robert Browning
- ’Tis he will take care of your playthings himself! by Robert Louis Stevenson
- ’Tis He! I follow him! by George MacDonald
- ’Tis I that am your visitant. by James Joyce
- ’Tis I who die.’ by Robert Service
- ’Tis I will be rejoicing. by Robert Service
- ’Tis in age that one lives best. by John L. Stoddard
- ’Tis Julia’s bed, and she sleeps there. by Robert Herrick
- ’Tis Kelly leads the way. by Robert Service
- ’Tis lost—and lost to me— by Emily Dickinson
- ’Tis my grief that her ever I knew! by Thomas MacDonagh
- ’Tis my youth that flies from me! by Morris Rosenfeld
- ’Tis not content so soon to be alone. by John Keats
- ’Tis not so safe to laugh at her.” by Thomas Gent
- ’Tis not to be improved. by Ralph Waldo Emerson
- ’Tis now when I swear——. by Henry Kirk White
- ’Tis on Calvary—seek for it there. by Patrick Brontë
- ’Tis ours forevermore. by Nannie R. Glass
- ’Tis painful, though ’tis sweet to love. by Henry Kirk White
- ’Tis passing sweet to be kidnaped. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- ’Tis starving makes it fat— by Emily Dickinson
- ’Tis that no tears are there to wet its root. by Sam G. Goodrich
- ’Tis the folks in the front that I jar. by Anonymous
- ’Tis the palsy makes me shiver so bad.” by Robert Graves
- ’Tis the vermin’s will. by Emily Dickinson
- ’Tis the way—’tis the way—of the world! by Freeman E. Miller
- ’Tis theirs to gain distinction with their God! by Thomas Gent
- ’Tis thus with Hate and Love. by Walter Savage Landor
- ’Tis very sure God walks in mine. by Thomas Edward Brown
- ’Tis youth’s dream—a silly dream—but it is flushed with gold! by Don Marquis
- ’Twas all distinct to me— by Emily Dickinson
- ’Twas all unlike your great and gracious ways. by Coventry Patmore
- ’Twas but to kiss my hand, dear George, to you! by John Keats
- ’Twas even that ’twas Mine— by Emily Dickinson
- ’Twas Grand-Père Joffre. by Robert Service
- ’Twas lighter—to be Blind— by Emily Dickinson
- ’Twas Love’s—Now Strike! by Emily Dickinson
- ’Twas more significant, she’s dead. by Andrew Marvell
- ’Twas our dear Lord who spun the ball. by Robert Service
- ’Twas saddest morn to see. by Thomas Hardy
- ’Twas she you killed.” by Robert Service
- ’Twas undeserved Blast— by Emily Dickinson
- ’Twas Victory was slain. by Emily Dickinson
- ’Twere blessed to have seen— by Emily Dickinson
- ’Twere Thanksgiving Day. by Emily Dickinson
- ’Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing. by Abraham Cowley
- ’Twill shine with whitest tresses, that once was nut-brown hair.” by Mary Alice Walton
- ’Twill take care of itself. by James Weldon Johnson
- ’Twould crumble with the weight. by Emily Dickinson
- ’Twould look too far—to Die— by Emily Dickinson
- “‘Gainst thy maiden bower!” by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- “‘T is I, O Father! only I”? by Eugene Field
- “’Tis morning, ’tis morning.” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- “A drab and her brat that are better dead.” by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- “Act well your part, there all the honor lies.” by Edgar Lee Masters
