Anaphora

Tears, Idle Tears by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean
The Tyger by William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking by Walt Whitman
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
October (section I) by Louise Glück
Is it winter again, is it cold again,
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot
April is the cruellest month
Tintern Abbey by William Wordsworth
Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry (Sonnet 66) by William Shakespeare
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry