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- thawing I had been gradually thawing, and was now completely melted, so that I felt the necessity of being alone-of giving way-of weeping.
- then Then we were jealous? " 'But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day, If your Snark be a Boojum! For then You will softly and suddenly vanish away, And never be met with again!' – Hunting of the Snark, The by Lewis Carroll
- thin Thin he wint back, an' sat down an' wrote. They heard sic' a din the parlour within As made them much admire. Out spake the boy in buttons (I ween he wasna thin), – Lang Coortin', The by Lewis Carroll
- thing It was a thing outside questioning; something he seemed to have had no free will about.
- things But there were things I had not calculated on. Nor more contribute to the state of Things, Then wooden Heads unto the Viols strings, – The First Anniversary Of The Government Under O.C. by Andrew Marvell
- think And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink; – Old Vicarage, The - Grantchester by Rupert Brooke
- thong See you walkin' around me in a thong And it'll be over before the chorus come back on You'll be leavin and I'll be ab libin' And we'll be singin' our damn song – Tonight by Trick Daddy
- thug Parl yams be the chosen thug What I spit be cold juice like a fruitful hug – When To Stand Up by Eminem
- thunk From zero to hero a major hunk Zero to hero and who'da thunk – Zero To Hero by disney
- ting Like dem run de ting Shing! yuh nu hear seh beer bottle fling a sting – Storm by Beenie Man
- Than Nothing more than that? Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than Lick, suck, show no 'spect, but still I love 'em man – Rubberband Man by t.i.
- Thine Thou'st splashing me all ower, and my feyther'll noane be so keen o' giving me a new cloak as thine is, seemingly. And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine. – AN ODE FOR BEN JONSON by Robert Herrick