The tide rises, the tide falls; [161]
The wind from out the west is blowing; [216]
There are gains for all our losses; [129]
There is a city, builded by no hand; [201]
These are the days when birds come back; [265]
This bronze doth keep the very form and mold; [207]
This I beheld, or dreamed it in a dream; [283]
This is Palm Sunday; mindful of the day; [198]
This is the Burden of the Heart; [197]
This is the ship of pearl, which poets feign; [178]