Thou lay thy branch of laurel down (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), [vii. 19]
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days (Hours of Idleness), i. 254
Thou whose spell can raise the dead (Hebrew Melodies), iii. 392
Though the day of my Destiny's over (Poems of July-September, 1816), iv. 54
Through cloudless skies, in silvery sheen (Poems 1809-1818), iii. 11
Through Life's dull road, so dim and dirty (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), [vii. 73]
Through thy battlements, Newstead, the hollow winds whistle (Hours of Idleness), i. 1
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe (Poems 1809-1813), iii. 71
Thy days are done, thy fame begun (Hebrew Melodies), iii. 391
Thy verse is "sad" enough, no doubt (Hours of Idleness), i. 252