To these whom death again did wed351
To-day’s house makes to-morrow’s road966
To-night retired, the queen of heaven475
Too late for love, too late for joy789
Too solemn for day, too sweet for night647
Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles817
True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank379
Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?753
Tune thy music to thy heart68
’Twas on a lofty vase’s side468
’Twas the dream of a God864
’Twould ring the bells of Heaven932
Under the arch of Life, where love and death781
Under the greenwood tree145
Under the wide and starry sky862
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward783
Underneath this myrtle shade359
Underneath this sable herse254
Unhappy Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state90
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!689
Up the airy mountain776
Upon my lap my sovereign sits175
Urns and odours bring away!152
Veil not thy mirror, sweet Amine673
Venus, take my votive glass436
Verse, a breeze ’mid blossoms straying565
Vital spark of heav’nly flame!453
Waes-hael for knight and dame!683
Wales England wed; so I was bred.874
We are the music makers832
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee949
We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest349
We swing ungirded hips964
We, that did nothing study but the way287
We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night661
We were playing on the green together887
We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise885
We’ve trod the maze of error round495
Weave the warp, and weave the woof466
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan224
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee116
Weep with me, all you that read203
Weep you no more, sad fountains74
Welcome, maids of honour!259
Welcome, welcome! do I sing248
Well then! I now do plainly see362
Were I as base as is the lowly plain125
Western wind, when will thou blow31
What beck’ning ghost, along the moonlight shade452
What bird so sings, yet so does wail?96
What conscience, say, is it in thee273
What have I done for you855
What is this life if, full of care928
What is your substance, whereof are you made159
What needs complaints277
What nymph should I admire or trust432
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?963
What should I say?44
What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see50
What was he doing, the great god Pan687
When as the chill Charokko blows400 (II)
When by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead207
When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked784
When, Cœlia, must my old day set408
When daisies pied and violets blue135
When, dearest, I but think of thee337
When Death to either shall come846
When fishes flew and forests walked931
When God at first made Man293
When I am dead, my dearest791
When I consider how my light is spent327
When I had money, money, O!927
When I have borne in memory what has tamed541
When I have fears that I may cease to be642
When I lie where shades of darkness935
When I some antique Jar behold450
When I survey the bright306
When icicles hang by the wall136
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes156
When in the chronicle of wasted time170
When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year700
When like the rising day671
When Love with unconfinàd wings357
When lovely woman stoops to folly481
When maidens such as Hester die588
When men shall find thy flow’r, thy glory, pass123 (IV)
When our two souls stand up erect and strong692
When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies910
When the fierce North-wind with his airy forces445
When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces812
When the lamp is shatter’d621
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom869
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame491
When the world is burning754
When thou must home to shades of underground182
When thou, poor Excommunicate299
When thy beauty appears447
When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought157
When we two parted605
When we were idlers with the loitering rills654
When whispering strains doe softly steal405
When you and I have play’d the little hour888
When you destroy a blade of grass936
When you are old and gray and full of sleep902
When youthful faith hath fled629
Whenas in silks my Julia goes267
Whenas the rye reach to the chin112
Where, like a pillow on a bed208
Where the bee sucks, there suck I140
Where the pools are bright and deep527
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles737
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown872
Where the remote Bermudas ride370
Wherefore, unlaurell’d Boy649
Whether on Ida’s shady brow497
While that the sun with his beams hot63
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding843
Who hath his fancy pleasàd99
Who is it that, this dark night100
Who is Silvia? What is she?133
Whoe’er she be345
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm210
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant555
Why do you hide, O dryads! when we seek943
Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude384
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why427
Why, having won her, do I woo?769
Why I tie about thy wrist268
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?

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