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The world is too much with us; late and soon
The year's at the spring
There are gains for all our losses
There are some wishes that may start
There be none of Beauty's daughters .
There falls with every wedding chime.
There is a city builded by no hand
There is a flower I wish to wear .
There is a Flower, the lesser Celandine
There is a garden in her face
There is a silence where hath been no sound
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover
There's not a joy the world can give .
They all were looking for a king .
They are all gone into the world of light
They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves
This bronze doth keep the very form and mould
This life, which seems so fair
Thou bidst me come away
Thou blossom, bright with autumn dew
Thou wast all that to me, love
Three fishers went sailing out into the west
Through that pure virgin shrine .
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums
Throw away Thy rod
Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
'Tis much immortal beauty to admire .
Too avid of earth's bliss, he was of those
Too late I stayed, — forgive the crime
T'other day, as I was twining
Touch us gently, Time!
'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean
'Twas on a Monday morning
Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea
Under the greenwood tree
Under the lindens lately sat
Underneath this sable hearse
Unless my senses are more dull
Up, Timothy, up with your staff and away
Up! up, my friend! and quit your books
Upon a cloud among the stars we stood
Upon my lap my sovereign sits
Victorious men of earth, no more
Vital spark of heavenly flame
Waken, lords and ladies gay
Wanting is — what ?
We are the music makers
We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair
We saw, and woo'd each other's eyes .

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We watch'd her breathing thro' the night
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee
Weep with me, all you that read
Weep you no more, sad fountains
Welcome, welcome, do I sing
Were I as base as is the lowly plain
What bird so sings, yet does so wail ?
What, cringe to Europe! Band it all in one
What I shall leave thee none can tell .
What may we take into the vast Forever
What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones
When all the world is young, lad
When Britain first at Heaven's command
When do I see thee most, beloved one?
When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave
When God at first made Man
When I am dead, my dearest
When I am standing on a mountain crest
When I consider how my light is spent
When I have fears that I may cease to be.
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
When I think on the happy days
When I was one and twenty
When in the chronicle of wasted time
When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year
When Love with unconfined wings
When lovely woman stoops to folly
When maidens such as Hester die
When the lamp is shatter'd.
When the voices of children are heard on the green
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When we two parted
When with the virgin morning thou dost rise
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
Where lies the land to which the ship

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Where the bee sucks, there suck I
Whither, midst falling dew
Who is Silvia ? what is she .
Who is the baby, that doth lie
Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears
Why so pale and wan, fond lover
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie
Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies
With sweetest milk and sugar first
Ye banks and braes and streams around
Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon
Yes; I write verses now and then

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Yes ! in the sea of life enisled
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye
Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord
You meaner beauties of the night
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass.

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