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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, ner 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 untairited:
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 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
When seven larig vears have come and fed
When the British warrior queen
When the hounds of pring are on winter's traces
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 ofevening smiles
Where, then, ah! where shall poverty reside
Whether on Ida's shady brow
Who can mistake great thoughts?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Philip James Bailey.
Walter Savage Landor
Sir William Jones
Alexander Pope .
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
George Gordon, Lord Byron 431
Christina Georgina Rosseiti:
Matthew Arnold .
Algernon Charles Swinburne. 599
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Lady Anne Lindsay
George Gordon, Lord Byron. 428
Henry Kirke White
George Gordon, Lord Byron. 433
Arthur Hugh Clough
Philip James Bailey
PAGE Alexander Pope .
143 William Shakespeare Alice Meynell John Keble Robert Herrick
75 Thomas Moore
367 Andrew Lang
610 William Shakespeare
53 Lewis Morris
396 Sir John Suckling
71 Dante Gabriel Rossetti
589 William Shakespeare Alfred Tennyson
529 Francis Mahoney
504 Thomas Hood
487 Walter Scott
302 Geoffrey Chaucer William Wordsworth
265 William Wordsworth
280 William Wordsworth
277 George Gordon, Lord Byron. 426 Edmund Spenser
23 Richard Crashaw
73 Ben Jonson
Who first taught souls enslav'd and realms undone
Who is Sylvia? what is she
Who knows what days I answer for tn-day?
Why blow'st thou not, thou wintry wind
Why do ye weep, sweet babes! can tears
Why does azure deck the sky?
Why from the quict hollows of the hills
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile
Why should we scek at all to gain
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
* Why wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair?
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day
With blackest moss tile flower-plots
With deep affection and recollection
With fingers weary and worn
With fruitless labor, Clara bound
With him there was his son, a Younge Squire
With little here to do or see
** With sacritice before the rising morn
Within 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 bracs 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 c'er your eyes were red
Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
l'es! 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, () 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.
232 Robert Burns
231 Thomas Gray
176 Thomas Campbell
359 William Lisle Bowles
247 Thomas Campbell
300 Walter Savage Landor William Cowper
205 Alexander Pope
139 George Gordon, Lord Byron. 413 George Crabbe George Gordon, Lord Byron. 104. William Wordsworth. 267 John Milton