Index of First Lines 3707 PAGE Where are the friends that I knew in my Maying. Where are the loves that we loved before.. Where are the swallows fled Where are they gone, and do you know Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade. Where lies the land to which the ship would go. Where runs the river? Who can say . Where the bee sucks, there suck I. Where the pools are bright and deep. Where the quiet-colored end of evening smiles Where the remote Bermudas ride. Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Where'er there's a thistle to feed a linnet. Where's he that died o' Wednesday. 2861 3217 2755 418 340 706 4 5 2752 3062 3202 2734 565 225 120 II20 2472 327 1870 1946 2730 Whether men do laugh or weep Which is the German's fatherland. While sauntering through the crowded street While shepherds watched their flocks by night. Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding. 1554 Whither, O whither didst thou fly. 3516 Who cries that the days of daring are those that are faded far 2466 Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be. Who killed Kildare? Who dared Kildare to kill. 1849 2817 Who reach their threescore years and ten. 44I Who remains in London. 1624 "Who says that the Irish are fighters be birth". 1910 "Who stuffed the white owl?" No one spoke in the shop. PAGE Why fear to-morrow, timid heart. 2799 Why have the mighty lived-why have they died. 2385 Why, having won her, do I woo. 1178 Why I tie about thy wrist. 574 Why, if 'tis dancing you would be.. 1948 Why is there in the least touch of her hands 899 "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail.. 1866 "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly. 166 With all my will, but much against my heart. 954 With an honest old friend and a merry old song. 2506 3185 With lifted feet, hands still.. With little here to do or see. With fingers weary and worn. With fore-cloth smoothed by careful hands. With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies. With leaden foot Time creeps along. 3494 I 200 922 121 1430 With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh. Women there are on earth, most sweet and high. Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build. Index of First Lines Ye have been fresh and green. 3709 "Ye have robbed," said he, "ye have slaughtered and made an end". Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves. PAGE 1391 2711 2204 1149 576 2161 1756 2473 2199 1338 387 1660 610 1651 946 2252 2954 94 Yet love, mere love, is beautiful indeed 1241 Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more. 3297 Yon silvery billows breaking on the beach. 2922 Yonder in the heather there's a bed for sleeping. 1626 "You are old, Father William," the young man cried. 385 "You are old, Father William," the young man said. 1859 You ask me "Why I like him." Nay. 2856 You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come. 1848 You bells in the steeple, ring, ring out your changes. You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet... 1970 You found the green before the Spring was sweet. You were always a dreamer, Rose-red Rose. 1029 You Wi'yum, come 'ere, suh, dis minute. Wut dat you got under dat box.. 1973 You would have understood me, had you waited. Youth hath many charms. ... Youth, thou art fled,-but where are all the charms. 403 388 |