William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough821
With all my will, but much against my heart773
With blackest moss the flower-pots707
With deep affection684
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies!103
With leaden foot Time creeps along462
With lifted feet, hands still876
With margerain gentle37
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children918
Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May19
Wouldst thou hear what Man can say202
Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart85
Wynter wakeneth al my care7
Years, many parti-colour’d years583
Ye banks and braes and streams around515
Ye blushing virgins happy are305
Ye flowery banks o’bonnie Doon512
Ye have been fresh and green278
‘Ye have robb’d,’ said he, ‘ye have slaughter’d and made an end890
Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands396
Ye learnàd sisters, which have oftentimes92
Ye Mariners of England590
Yes! Beauty still rebels!946 (i)
Yes. I remember Adlestrop945
Yes: in the sea of life enisled757
Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord69
Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more325
You and I and Amyas30 (i)
You are a tulip seen to-day265
You brave heroic minds130
You meaner beauties of the night188
You promise heavens free from strife758
You strange, astonished- looking, angle-faced599
You spotted snakes with double tongue138
You virgins that did late despair295
You wear the morning like your dress924
Your beauty, ripe and calm and fresh310

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