| 336 | | William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough | 821 | | With all my will, but much against
my heart | 773 | | With blackest moss the flower-pots | 707 | | With deep affection | 684 | | With how sad steps, O
moon, thou climbst the skies! | 103 | | With leaden foot Time creeps along | 462 | | With lifted feet, hands still | 876 | | With margerain gentle | 37 | | With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children | 918 | | Worschippe ye
that loveris bene this May | 19 | | Wouldst thou hear what Man can say | 202 | | Wrong not, sweet empress
of my heart | 85 | | Wynter wakeneth al my care | 7 | | | Years, many parti-colourd years | 583 | | Ye banks and
braes and streams around | 515 | | Ye blushing virgins happy are | 305 | | Ye flowery banks obonnie Doon | 512 | | Ye have been fresh and green | 278 | | Ye have robbd, said he, ye have slaughterd and made an end | 890 | | Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands | 396 | | Ye learnàd sisters, which have oftentimes | 92 | | Ye Mariners of
England | 590 | | Yes! Beauty still rebels! | 946 (i) | | Yes. I remember Adlestrop | 945 | | Yes: in the sea of life
enisled | 757 | | Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord | 69 | | Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more | 325 | | You and I and Amyas | 30 (i) | | You are a tulip seen to-day | 265 | | You brave heroic minds | 130 | | You
meaner beauties of the night | 188 | | You promise heavens free from strife | 758 | | You strange, astonished-
looking, angle-faced | 599 | | You spotted snakes with double tongue | 138 | | You virgins that did late despair | 295 | | You wear the morning like your dress | 924 | | Your beauty, ripe and calm and fresh | 310 |
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