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Under a spreading chestnut tree
to
Wynter wakeneth al my care


Under a spreading chestnut tree (H.W. Longfellow, YBAV)
Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf (O. Herford, MAP)
Underneath this myrtle shade (A. Cowley, OBEV)
Underneath this sable herse (W. Browne, OBEV)
Under the greenwood tree (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
Under the greenwood tree (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
Under the wide and starry sky (R.L. Stevenson, MBP)
Under the wide and starry sky (R.L. Stevenson, OBEV)
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward (G. Meredith, OBEV)
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart(E.B. Browning, OBEV)
Up from the meadows rich with corn (J.G. Whittier, YBAV)
Up from the South at break of day (T.B. Read, YBAV)
Upon my lap my sovereign sits (R. Rowlands, OBEV)
Up the airy mountain (W. Allingham, OBEV)
Up the streets of Aberdeen (J.G. Whittier, YBAV)
Up to her chamber window (T.B. Aldrich, YBAV)
Urns and odours bring away(W. Shakespeare, OBEV)

Venus, take my votive glass (M. Prior, OBEV)
Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying (S.T. Coleridge, Gold)
Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying (S.T. Coleridge, OBEV)
Victorious beauty, though your eyes (A. Townshend, Meta)
Victorious men of earth, no more (J. Shirley, Gold)
Vital spark of heav'nly flame(A. Pope, OBEV)

Waes-hael for knight and dame(R.S. Hawker, OBEV)
Waken, lords and ladies gay (Sir W. Scott, Gold)
Wake: the silver dusk returning (A.E. Housman, MBP)
Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives (J. Hay, YBAV)
Weak-winged is song (J.R. Lowell, YBAV)
We are the music-makers (A.W.E. O'Shaughnessy, MBP)
We are the music-makers (A.W.E. O'Shaughnessy, OBEV)
Weary, oh, so weary (R. Hovey, YBAV)
Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms (J.W. Howe, YBAV)
Weave the warp, and weave the woof (T. Gray, OBEV)
We break the glass, whose sacred wine (E.C. Pinkney, YBAV)
We count the broken lyres that rest (O.W. Holmes, YBAV)
Week had gloomily begun (C. Wells, MAP)
Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan (J. Fletcher, OBEV)
Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee (R. Greene, OBEV)
Weep with me, all you that read (B. Jonson, OBEV)
Weep you no more, sad fountains (Anonymous, OBEV)
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie (R. Burns, Gold)
Weighing the stedfastness and state (H. Vaughan, Meta)
Welcome, maids of honour(R. Herrick, OBEV)
Welcome, welcome! do I sing (W. Browne, OBEV)
Well, Helen, quite two years have flown (E.C. Stedman, YBAV)
Well, Miss, I wonder where you live (O.W. Holmes, YBAV)
Well then! I now do plainly see (A. Cowley, OBEV)
Were I as base as is the lowly plain (J. Sylvester, Gold)
Were I as base as is the lowly plain (J. Sylvester, OBEV)
Were it not for that singular smell (W.W. Story, YBAV)
We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest (R. Crashaw, OBEV)
We see them not—we cannot hear (R.S. Hawker, OBEV)
We sing "Our Country's" song to-night (O.W. Holmes, YBAV)
We talk'd with open heart, and tongue (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
We, that did nothing study but the way (H. King, OBEV)
We've trod the maze of error round (G. Crabbe, OBEV)
We walk'd along, while bright and red (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
We watch'd her breathing thro' the night (T. Hood, Gold)
We watch'd her breathing thro' the night (T. Hood, OBEV)
We were not many—we who stood (C.F. Hoffman, YBAV)
Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love (H. Ainslie, OBEV)
What a grudge I am bearing the earth (J.M. Synge, MBP)
What beck'ning ghost, along the moonlight shade (A. Pope, OBEV)
What bird so sings, yet so does wail(J. Lyly, OBEV)
What conscience, say, is it in thee (R. Herrick, OBEV)
What delightful hosts are they (J.W. Riley, MAP)
What happy, secret fountain (H. Vaughan, Meta)
What have I done for you (W.E. Henley, OBEV)
What heav'n-intreated Heart is This (R. Crashaw, Meta)
What if this present were the worlds last night(J. Donne, Meta)
What is your substance, whereof are you made (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
What needs complaints (R. Herrick, OBEV)
What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones (J. Milton, Meta)
What nymph should I admire or trust (M. Prior, OBEV)
What shall we do now, Mary being dead (T.W. Parsons, YBAV)
What should I say(Sir T. Wyatt, OBEV)
What spiteful chance steals unawares (E.R. Sill, YBAV)
What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see (N. Grimald, OBEV)
What thing shall be held up to woman's beauty(L. Abercrombie, MBP)
What was he doing, the great god Pan (E.B. Browning, OBEV)
What was it the Engines said (F.B. Harte, YBAV)
Wheel me down by the meadow (Anonymous, YBAV)
When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast (J.R. Lowell, YBAV)
When a dream is born in you (R. Graves, MBP)
When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs (C. Sandburg, MAP)
Whenas in silks my Julia goes (R. Herrick, Gold)
Whenas in silks my Julia goes (R. Herrick, OBEV)
When Bill was a lad he was terribly bad (F.P. Adams, MAP)
When Britain first at Heaven's command (J. Thomson, Gold)
When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked (G. Meredith, OBEV)
When, Coelia, must my old day set (C. Cotton, OBEV)
When daisies pied and violets blue (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
When, dearest, I but think of thee (Sir J. Suckling, OBEV)
When Death to either shall come (R. Bridges, OBEV)
When Delia on the plain appears (G. Lyttelton, OBEV)
When descends on the Atlantic (H.W. Longfellow, YBAV)
Whenever Richard Cory went down town (E.A. Robinson, MAP)
When first the fiery-mantled Sun (T. Campbell, Gold)
When first thou didst entice to thee my heart (G. Herbert, Meta)
When flighting time is on, I go (R. Hodgson, MBP)
When for the Thorns with which I long, too long (A. Marvell, Meta)
When Freedom from her mountain height (J.R. Drake, YBAV)
When, full of warm and eager love (W.W. Story, YBAV)
When God at first made Man (G. Herbert, Gold)
When God at first made Man (G. Herbert, OBEV)
When he who adores thee has left but the name (T. Moore, Gold)
When I am dead and over me bright April (S. Teasdale, MAP)
When I am dead, my dearest (C.G. Rossetti, OBEV)
When I am living in the Midlands (H. Belloc, MBP)
When I consider how my light is spent (J. Milton, Gold)
When I consider how my light is spent (J. Milton, OBEV)
When I consider Life and its few years (L.W. Reese, MAP)
When I have borne in memory what has tamed (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
When I have borne in memory what has tamed (W. Wordsworth, OBEV)
When I have fears that I may cease to be (J. Keats, Gold)
When I have fears that I may cease to be (J. Keats, OBEV)
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
When I see birches bend to left and right (R. Frost, MAP)
When I survay the bright (W. Habington, Meta)
When I survey the bright (W. Habington, OBEV)
When I was a boy at college (E. Field, YBAV)
When I was broke in London in the fall of '89 (E. Field, YBAV)
When I was but thirteen or so (W.J. Turner, MBP)
When I was one-and-twenty (A.E. Housman, MBP)
When icicles hang by the wall (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
When icicles hang by the wall (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
When in the chronicle of wasted time (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
When in the chronicle of wasted time (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
When in the mines of dark and silent thought (E. Shanks, MBP)
When Jessie comes with her soft breast (T.E. Brown, OBEV)
When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year (C.T. Turner, OBEV)
When like the early rose (G. Griffin, OBEV)
When Love arose in heart and deed (W.B. Rands, OBEV)
When Love with unconfined wings (R. Lovelace, Meta)
When Love with unconfinèd wings (R. Lovelace, Gold)
When Love with unconfinèd wings (R. Lovelace, OBEV)
When lovely woman stoops to folly (O. Goldsmith, Gold)
When lovely woman stoops to folly (O. Goldsmith, OBEV)
When maidens such as Hester die (C. Lamb, Gold)
When maidens such as Hester die (C. Lamb, OBEV)
When Music, heavenly maid, was young (W. Collins, Gold)
When my grave is broke up againe (J. Donne, Meta)
When my love was away (R. Bridges, OBEV)
When our two souls stand up erect and strong (E.B. Browning, OBEV)
When primroses are out in Spring (W.H. Davies, MBP)
When quacks with pills political would dope us (B.L. Taylor, MAP)
When Ruth was left half desolate (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
When Susan's work was done, she'd sit (W. De la Mare, MBP)
When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies ( A.E., OBEV)
When the fierce North-wind with his airy forces (I. Watts, OBEV)
When the flush of a newborn sun fell first (R. Kipling, MBP)
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock (J.W. Riley, MAP)
When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces (A.C. Swinburne, OBEV)
When the hours of Day are numbered (H.W. Longfellow, YBAV)
When the lamp is shatter'd (P.B. Shelley, Gold)
When the lamp is shatter'd (P.B. Shelley, OBEV)
When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour (E. Markham, MAP)
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame (Lady A. Lindsay, Gold)
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame (Lady A. Lindsay, OBEV)
When the veil from the eyes is lifted (E.C. Stedman, YBAV)
When the white flame in us is gone (R. Brooke, MBP)
When the world is burning (E. Jones, OBEV)
When thou must home to shades of underground (T. Campion, OBEV)
When thou, poor Excommunicate (T. Carew, OBEV)
When thou, poore excommunicate (T. Carew, Meta)
When thy beauty appears (T. Parnell, OBEV)
When to any saint I pray (T.W. Parsons, YBAV)
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought (W. Shakespeare, Gold)
When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
When Venus said: "Spell no for me(C. Wells, MAP)
When we two parted (G. Byron, Gold)
When we two parted (G. Byron, OBEV)
When we were idlers with the loitering rills (H. Coleridge, OBEV)
When you and I have play'd the little hour (G. Parker, OBEV)
When you are old and gray and full of sleep (W.B. Yeats, OBEV)
Where am I from? From the green hills of Erin (M. O'Neill, MBP)
Where art thou, my beloved son (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
Where, like a pillow on a bed (J. Donne, Meta)
Where, like a pillow on a bed (J. Donne, OBEV)
Where shall the lover rest (Sir W. Scott, Gold)
Where the bee sucks, there suck I (W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
Where the pools are bright and deep (J. Hogg, OBEV)
Where the remote Bermudas ride (A. Marvell, Gold)
Where the remote Bermudas ride (A. Marvell, OBEV)
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown (F. Thompson, MBP)
Whether on Ida's shady brow (W. Blake, OBEV)
Which I wish to remark (F.B. Harte, YBAV)
While joy gave clouds the light of stars (W.H. Davies, MBP)
While that the sun with his beams hot (Anonymous, Gold)
While that the sun with his beams hot (Anonymous, OBEV)
Whilst my Souls eye beheld no light (Anonymous, Meta)
Whirl up, sea ( H.D., MAP)
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun (G.K. Chesterton, MBP)
Whither, midst falling dew (W.C. Bryant, YBAV)
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding (R. Bridges, OBEV)
Whoe'er she be (R. Crashaw, Gold)
Whoe'er she be (R. Crashaw, OBEV)
Who ere she be (R. Crashaw, Meta)
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harme (J. Donne, Meta)
Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm (J. Donne, OBEV)
Who first reform'd our Stage with justest Lawes (J. Cleveland, Meta)
Who hath his fancy pleasèd (Sir P. Sidney, OBEV)
Who is it that, this dark night (Sir P. Sidney, OBEV)
Who is Silvia? What is she(W. Shakespeare, OBEV)
Who sayes that fictions onely and false hair (G. Herbert, Meta)
Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant (W. Wordsworth, OBEV)
Why, Damon, with the forward day (G. Sewell, Gold)
Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude (Anonymous, OBEV)
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why (F. Quarles, Meta)
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why (J. Wilmot, OBEV)
Why, having won her, do I woo(C. Patmore, OBEV)
Why I tie about thy wrist (R. Herrick, OBEV)
Why should you sweare I am forsworn (R. Lovelace, Meta)
Why so pale and wan, fond lover(Sir J. Suckling, Gold)
Why so pale and wan, fond lover(Sir J. Suckling, OBEV)
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie(Sir W. Scott, Gold)
Why, why repine, my pensive friend (W.S. Landor, OBEV)
Wild rose of Alloway! my thanks (F. Halleck, YBAV)
Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun (J. Donne, OBEV)
Wilt thou forgive that sinn, where I begunn (J. Donne, Meta)
Wine of Love is music (J. Thomson, OBEV)
With all my will, but much against my heart (C. Patmore, OBEV)
With all the powres my poor Heart hath (R. Crashaw, Meta)
With blackest moss the flower-plots (A. Tennyson, OBEV)
With deep affection (F. Mahony, OBEV)
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars (E. Dowson, MBP)
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies(Sir P. Sidney, OBEV)
Within the garden of Beaucaire (E.C. Stedman, YBAV)
Within this lowly grave a Conqueror lies (W.C. Bryant, YBAV)
Within your magic web of hair, lies furled (E. Sitwell, MBP)
With leaden foot Time creeps along (R. Jago, OBEV)
With lifted feet, hands still (H.C. Beeching, OBEV)
With little here to do or see (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
With margerain gentle (J. Skelton, OBEV)
Without the slightest basis (G.W. Carryl, MAP)
With rue my heart is laden (A.E. Housman, MBP)
With what deep murmurs through times silent stealth (H. Vaughan, Meta)
Woods stretch wild to the mountain side (M. Cawein, MAP)
World is too much with us; late and soon (W. Wordsworth, Gold)
World is too much with us; late and soon (W. Wordsworth, OBEV)
World's a bubble, and the life of man (F. Bacon, Gold)
World's great age begins anew (P.B. Shelley, OBEV)
Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May (King James I, OBEV)
Wouldst thou hear what Man can say (B. Jonson, OBEV)
Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart (Sir W. Raleigh, OBEV)
Wynter wakeneth al my care (Anonymous, OBEV)
 



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