Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, 301 Welcome to you, rich Autumn days, 782
Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made, 360
What is this life if, full of care, 782 What have I done for you, 794 What heart could have thought you? Whate'er I be, old England is my dam !, 800 Whate'er you dream, with doubt possessed, 696 When Britain first, at Heaven's command, 291 When chapman billies leave the street, 308 When daisies pied and violets blue, 130 When icicles hang by the wall, 133 When I consider how my light is spent, 161 When I have fears that I may cease to be, 449 When I set out for Lyonnesse, 790 When I was once in Baltimore, 782 When love with unconfinèd wings, 191 When Robin Hood and Little John, 65 When that Aprille with his shoures soote, 40
When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, 692
When the lamp is shattered, 427
When the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, 655 When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought, 135 Wheer 'asta bean saw long and mea liggin' ere aloan, 632
Where the bee sucks, there suck I, 134 While rain, with eve in partnership, 793
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?, 826
Who is Silvia? What is she?, 134
"Why did you melt your waxen man, 686 Why I tie about thy wrist, 190
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?, 191 Why weep ye by the tide, ladie, 384 With fingers weary and worn, 517
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!, 127
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her chil- dren, 779
Ye banks, and braes, and streams around, 314 Ye clouds! that far above me float and pause, 358 Ye dayntye Nymphs, that in this blessed brooke,
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, 297
Ye flowery bank o' bonie Doon, 314
"Ye have robb'd," said he, "ye have slaughter'd and made an end, 814
Ye learned sisters, which have oftentimes, 121 Ye mariners of England, 519
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, 158 You brave heroic minds, 129
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