View now the winter storm! above, one cloud

Vital spark of heavenly flame!

Waken, lords and ladies gay.

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight

We have been friends together

We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths

We mind not how the sun in the midsky

We watch'd him, while the moonlight

We were two daughters of one race

Wedlock without love, some say
Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan
Well, then, I now do plainly see

What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade

What bright soft thing is this

What constitutes a State?

What does little birdie say

What hidest thou in thy treasure-caves and cells
What is the meaning of the song

What is worth in anything

What shall I do to be forever known

What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath

What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted?
What time the groves were clad in green.
What was he doing, the great God Pan

What! wilt thou throw thy stone of malice now
What win I if I gain the thing I seek?
When all the world is young, lad
When Britain first, at Heaven's command
When by a good man's grave I muse alone
When by God's inward light, a happy child
When chapman billies leave the street
When coldness wraps this suffering clay.

When he who adores thee has left but the name
When I am dead, my dearest

When I consider how my light is spent

When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat

When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
When I shall be divorced, some ten years hence
When icicles hang by the wall

When the lamp is shatter'd

When the long-sounding curfew from afar

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye come hame

When Time, or soon or late, shall bring

When Time, who steals our years away

When twilight steals along the ground
When we two parted

Whence is that knocking?

Where honor, or where conscience does not bind
Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?
Where the pools are bright and deep

Where the quiet-colored end of evening smiles
Where, then, ah! where shall poverty reside
Whether on Ida's shady brow

Who can mistake great thoughts?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

James Beattie

210

220

George Gordon, Lord Byron.
Thomas Moore

428

365

393

433

William Shakespeare

39

68

571

262

When Israel of the Lord beloved

When Learning's triumph o'er her barbarous foes
When love with unconfined wings.
When music, heavenly maid, was young

When o'er the hill the eastern star

William Collins
Robert Burns

James Hogg

Algernon Charles Swinburne.

553

With the soul a faculty abides.

Without a stone to mark the spot

"Woods, hills, and rivers, are now desolate

Would'st see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile
Wretched and foolish Jealousy

Ye banks and braes and streams around

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon

Ye distant spires, ye antique tow'rs

Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true

Ye holy tow'rs that shade the wave-worn steep
Ye mariners of England

Ye men of Gades, armed with brazen shields
Ye Nymphs, if e'er your eyes were red

Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Yes! e'en in sleep the impressions all remain
Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye!
Yet once more, Ó ye laurels, and once more
"Yet think not that I come to urge thy crimes

Yon moored mackerel fleet

You are old, Father William, the young man cried

You may give over plough, boys

You meaner beauties of the night

You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride

You that think love can convey.