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- Unbelief the soul dismays, John Newton Good Effects by Weak Means
- Uncertain how the way to find John Newton Perplexity Relieved
- Uncle Jacob often told us, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Church Building
- Under a burning tropic sun, James Weldon Johnson The Color Sergeant
- Under an undermined and shot-bruised wall John Donne Fall of a Wall
- Under the after-sunset sky Edward Thomas Two Pewits
- Under the cloud of world-wide war, Henry van Dyke Jr. Easter Road
- Under the rose-tree’s dancing shade Oscar Wilde Le Panneau
- Under the wide and starry sky, Robert Louis Stevenson Requiem
- Unfelt, unheard, unseen, John Keats Lines
- Unfolded out of the folds of the woman man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded, Walt Whitman Unfolded Out of the Folds
- Unhappy State! with horrors still to strive: Ambrose Bierce France
- Unless it was that day I never knew Edward Thomas Ambition
- Unless the Lord had been my stay, John Newton Help in the Time of Need
- Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Elizabeth Barrett Browning III
- Unlike the common run of men, Robert Louis Stevenson Proem
- Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well, Walt Whitman Unseen Buds
- Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend William Shakespeare IV
- Unveil, O Lord, and on us shine John Henry Newman The Two Worlds
- Unwearied God, before whose face John Henry Newman Sleeplessness
- Unwelcome shroud of the forgotten dead, Matthew Arnold Alaric at Rome
- Up into the cherry-tree Robert Louis Stevenson Foreign Lands
- Up to the sky the birdman flew Ring Lardner The Paths of Rashness
- Up with the sun, the breeze arose, Robert Louis Stevenson An English Breeze
- Upon a rock I sat—a mountain-side, George MacDonald A Memorial of Africa
- Upon a Sabbath-day it fell; John Keats The Eve of St. Mark
- Upon a time, before the faery broods John Keats Lamia
- Upon my desk a single spray, Ambrose Bierce An Augury
- Upon the face of darkness beams my soul— Ameen Rihani A Nocturn
- Upon the table in their bowl William Carlos Williams The Disputants
- Upon this cake of ice is perched, Robert Williams Wood Puffin; Nuffin
- Upon this Primrose hill, John Donne The Primrose, Being at Montgomery Castle Upon the Hill, on Which It Is Situate
- Upon this quarter-eagle’s leveled face, Ambrose Bierce The Lord’s Prayer on a Coin
- Upon this scene, this show, Walt Whitman Red Jacket (from Aloft)
- Vain is the effort to forget. Matthew Arnold On the Rhine
- Vast and grey, the sky William Carlos Williams The Desolate Field
- Vegetarian, non-resistant, free-thinker, in ethics a Christian; Edgar Lee Masters W. Lloyd Garrison Standard
- Vengeance will sit above our faults; but till John Donne Ode
- Very few can Robert Williams Wood The Pecan; The Toucan
- Very soon the Yankee teachers Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Learning to Read
- Very well, you liberals, Edgar Lee Masters Thomas Rhodes
- Victorious through failure! faithful Lord, George MacDonald General Gordon
- Vigil strange I kept on the field one night; Walt Whitman Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night
- Villain, when the word is spoken, Ambrose Bierce Llewellyn Powell
- Villain! for years you’ve plied your awful trade Ambrose Bierce To One in Custody
- Vocalism, measure, concentration, determination, and the divine power to speak words; Walt Whitman Vocalism
- Volteiam dentro de mim, Mário de Sá-Carneiro RODOPIO
- W’en de banjos wuz a-ringin’, James Weldon Johnson A Banjo Song
- W’en de leaves begin to fall, James Weldon Johnson The Seasons
- W’en ole Mister Sun gits tiah’d a-hangin’ James Weldon Johnson A Plantation Bacchanal
- Waking from tender sleep, Henry van Dyke Jr. The Message
- Waking in the night to pray, George MacDonald Foolish Children
- Walk within thy own heart’s temple, child, and rest, Georgia Douglas Johnson Gilead
- Walking through life’s dusty highways, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Lessons of the Street
- Wallace, created on a noble plan Ambrose Bierce One Judge
- Wanderer moon William Carlos Williams Summer Song
- Wandering at morn, Walt Whitman Wandering at Morn
- Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returning in reminiscence,) Walt Whitman Warble for Lilac-Time
- Was it a dream? We sail’d, I thought we sail’d, Matthew Arnold A Dream
- Was it the double of my dream W. B. Yeats Towards Break of Day
- Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, William Shakespeare LXXXVI
- Was this His coming! I had hoped to see Oscar Wilde Ave Maria Gratia Plena
- Way down in the Boom Belt lived Mrs. Roselle; Ambrose Bierce A Celebrated Case
- “Wayside songs and meadow blossoms; nothing perfect, nothing rare; Henry van Dyke Jr. To My Lady Graygown: With a Handful of Verses
- We are as maidens one and all, Robert Louis Stevenson Death
- We are born at sunset and we die ere morn, Fernando Pessoa XIV
- We are in ancient stories told, James McIntyre All Men Are Brothers
- We are in Fate and Fate’s and do but lack Fernando Pessoa XXV
- We are not children of a guilty sire, John Henry Newman Hope
- We are the hollow men T. S. Eliot The Hollow Men
- We are the souls that crept and cried in the days when they tortured men; Voltairine de Cleyre Angiolillo
- We blench when maniacs to dance begin. Ambrose Bierce Judex Jocosus
- We both like the Sox, him and me, Ring Lardner Harry R. Gibbons
- We built a ship upon the stairs Robert Louis Stevenson A Good Play
- We buried him high on a windy hill, Langston Hughes Death of an Old Seaman
- We cannot kindle when we will Matthew Arnold Morality
- We caught the tread of dancing feet, Oscar Wilde The Harlot’s House
- We chanced in passing by that afternoon Robert Frost The Black Cottage
- We come, but not to celebrate, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper 25th Anniversary of the “Old Folks’ Home”
- We contrast light and darkness—light of God, Voltairine de Cleyre The Christian’s Faith
- We couldn’t sit and study for the law; Robert W. Service The Rhyme of the Restless Ones
- We cry among the skyscrapers Langston Hughes Afraid
- We do greet thee Thomas Conant, James McIntyre Lines Sent to Thomas Conant of Oshawa, a Writer of Canadian Sketches
- We doubt the word that tells us: Ask, George MacDonald Prayer
- We English make a tepid blot Mina Loy The Costa San Giorgio
- We fear to say, and yet we must, James McIntyre Dried Apples
- We have a favorite old mule, James McIntyre Mule and Bear Fight
- We have cried in our despair W. B. Yeats When Helen Lived
- We have cried—and the Gods are silent; Voltairine de Cleyre The Toast of Despair
- We have flowed out of ourselves Mina Loy The Dead
- We have for many years been bored Robert Williams Wood The Pen‑guin; The Sword‑fish
- We have here a sight as fair James McIntyre Canadian Rivers and Lakes
- We have seen thee, queen of cheese, James McIntyre Ode on the Mammoth Cheese
- We have the Murray and McKay James McIntyre Scottish Names in Oxford County
- We have tomorrow Langston Hughes Poem
- We heard a song-bird trilling— Ambrose Bierce Nanine
- We know a hill is smooth and round, James McIntyre Indian Romance
- We let Ontario farmers sing James McIntyre The Joys of Prairie Farmers
- We lift a song to you across the day Georgia Douglas Johnson To John Brown
- We look in vain for our Past Grands, James McIntyre Odd Fellowship Lines Read at Concert
Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.