336William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough821With all my will, but much against my heart773With blackest moss the flower-pots707With deep affection684With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies!103With leaden foot Time creeps along462With lifted feet, hands still876With margerain gentle37With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children918Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May19Wouldst thou hear what Man can say202Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart85Wynter wakeneth al my care7Years, many parti-colour’d years583Ye banks and braes and streams around515Ye blushing virgins happy are305Ye flowery banks o’bonnie Doon512Ye have been fresh and green278‘Ye have robb’d,’ said he, ‘ye have slaughter’d and made an end890Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands396Ye learnàd sisters, which have oftentimes92Ye Mariners of England590Yes! Beauty still rebels!946 (i)Yes. I remember Adlestrop945Yes: in the sea of life enisled757Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord69Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more325You and I and Amyas30 (i)You are a tulip seen to-day265You brave heroic minds130You meaner beauties of the night188You promise heavens free from strife758You strange, astonished- looking, angle-faced599You spotted snakes with double tongue138You virgins that did late despair295You wear the morning like your dress924Your beauty, ripe and calm and fresh310