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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