| Tears, Idle Tears Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean |
| The Tyger Tyger! Tyger! burning bright |
| Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, |
| October (section I) Is it winter again, is it cold again, |
| The Waste Land April is the cruellest month |
| Tintern Abbey Five years have past; five summers, with the length |
| Tired with all these, for restful death I cry (Sonnet 66) Tired with all these, for restful death I cry |