Volume Vi Part 49 (1/2)

Thou dark stream slow wending thy deep rocky way, vol. v., 114.

Thou gentle and kind one, vol. v., 128.

Thou hast left me, dear Dermot, to cross the wide sea, vol. iv., 107.

Thou hast sworn by thy G.o.d, my Jeanie, vol. iii., 17.

Though all fair was that bosom heaving white, vol. iv., 67.

Though fair blooms the rose in gay Anglia's bowers, vol. iv., 217.

Though long the wanderer may depart, vol. vi., 225.

Though richer swains thy love pursue, vol. i., 134.

Though siller Tweed rin o'er the Lea, vol. ii., 104.

Though the winter of age wreathes her snow on his head, vol. ii., 117.

Though this wild brain is aching, vol. iv., 155.

Thou ken'st, Mary Hay, that I lo'e thee weel, vol. ii., 167.

Thou morn full of beauty, vol. v., 140.

Through Crockstoun Castle's lanely wa's, vol. ii., 144.

Thus sang the minstrel Cormack, his anguish to beguile, vol. iii., 275.

Thy cheek is o' the rose's hue, vol. ii., 244.

Thy queenly hand, Victoria, vol. v., 264.

Thy wily eyes, my darling, vol. iv., 292.

'Tis finish'd, they 've died for their forefathers' land, vol. iv., 153.

'Tis haena ye heard, man, o' Barrochan Jean, vol. ii., 150.

'Tis not the rose upon the cheek, vol. iii., 60.

'Tis sair to dream o' them we like, vol. iii., 266.

'Tis sweet wi' blithesome heart to stray, vol. v., 186.

'Tis the fa' o' the leaf, and the cauld winds are blawing, vol. v., 258.

'Tis the first rose o' summer that opes to my view, vol. iii., 264.