464To these whom death again did wed351To-day’s house makes to-morrow’s road966To-night retired, the queen of heaven475Too late for love, too late for joy789Too solemn for day, too sweet for night647Tossing his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles817True Thomas lay on Huntlie bank379Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?753Tune thy music to thy heart68’Twas on a lofty vase’s side468’Twas the dream of a God864’Twould ring the bells of Heaven932Under the arch of Life, where love and death781Under the greenwood tree145Under the wide and starry sky862Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward783Underneath this myrtle shade359Underneath this sable herse254Unhappy Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state90Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!689Up the airy mountain776Upon my lap my sovereign sits175Urns and odours bring away!152Veil not thy mirror, sweet Amine673Venus, take my votive glass436Verse, a breeze ’mid blossoms straying565Vital spark of heav’nly flame!453Waes-hael for knight and dame!683Wales England wed; so I was bred.874We are the music makers832We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee949We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest349We swing ungirded hips964We, that did nothing study but the way287We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night661We were playing on the green together887We were young, we were merry, we were very very wise885We’ve trod the maze of error round495Weave the warp, and weave the woof466Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan224Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee116Weep with me, all you that read203Weep you no more, sad fountains74Welcome, maids of honour!259Welcome, welcome! do I sing248Well then! I now do plainly see362Were I as base as is the lowly plain125Western wind, when will thou blow31What beck’ning ghost, along the moonlight shade452What bird so sings, yet so does wail?96What conscience, say, is it in thee273What have I done for you855What is this life if, full of care928What is your substance, whereof are you made159What needs complaints277What nymph should I admire or trust432What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?963What should I say?44What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see50What was he doing, the great god Pan687When as the chill Charokko blows400 (II)When by thy scorn, O murd’ress, I am dead207When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked784When, Cœlia, must my old day set408When daisies pied and violets blue135When, dearest, I but think of thee337When Death to either shall come846When fishes flew and forests walked931When God at first made Man293When I am dead, my dearest791When I consider how my light is spent327When I had money, money, O!927When I have borne in memory what has tamed541When I have fears that I may cease to be642When I lie where shades of darkness935When I some antique Jar behold450When I survey the bright306When icicles hang by the wall136When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes156When in the chronicle of wasted time170When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year700When like the rising day671When Love with unconfinàd wings357When lovely woman stoops to folly481When maidens such as Hester die588When men shall find thy flow’r, thy glory, pass123 (IV)When our two souls stand up erect and strong692When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies910When the fierce North-wind with his airy forces445When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces812When the lamp is shatter’d621When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom869When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame491When the world is burning754When thou must home to shades of underground182When thou, poor Excommunicate299When thy beauty appears447When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought157When we two parted605When we were idlers with the loitering rills654When whispering strains doe softly steal405When you and I have play’d the little hour888When you destroy a blade of grass936When you are old and gray and full of sleep902When youthful faith hath fled629Whenas in silks my Julia goes267Whenas the rye reach to the chin112Where, like a pillow on a bed208Where the bee sucks, there suck I140Where the pools are bright and deep527Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles737Where the thistle lifts a purple crown872Where the remote Bermudas ride370Wherefore, unlaurell’d Boy649Whether on Ida’s shady brow497While that the sun with his beams hot63Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding843Who hath his fancy pleasàd99Who is it that, this dark night100Who is Silvia? What is she?133Whoe’er she be345Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm210Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant555Why do you hide, O dryads! when we seek943Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude384Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why427Why, having won her, do I woo?769Why I tie about thy wrist268Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
By PanEris using Melati.
