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  1. We love cold water as it flows from the fountain, James McIntyre Lines on a Fountain
  2. We love to sing of classic names⁠— James McIntyre Canadian Thames
  3. We love to sing of tiny stream, James McIntyre Holland River and Its Tributaries
  4. We may sigh o’er the heavy burdens Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Burdens of All
  5. We men hat go down for a livin’ in ships to the sea⁠— Henry van Dyke Jr. “Gran’ Boule”
  6. We met on Nature’s stage, Henry van Dyke Jr. To Joseph Jefferson
  7. We need no barbarous words nor solemn spell C. S. Lewis “Our Daily Bread”
  8. We never joy enjoy to that full point Fernando Pessoa XVI
  9. We now do sing a new theme, James McIntyre The Power of Steam
  10. We own we felt a little curious, James McIntyre Lines on a Lawn Party
  11. We pass and dream. Earth smiles. Virtue is rare. Fernando Pessoa Inscriptions
  12. We quarreled that morning, Edgar Lee Masters Julia Miller
  13. We run, Langston Hughes Shadows
  14. We sat together at one summer’s end, W. B. Yeats Adam’s Curse
  15. We saw fair Cadiz gleam out suddenly, Maria Lowell Cadiz
  16. We see him with shovel and pick, Ring Lardner Wm. G. Edens
  17. We see you as we see a face Robert Louis Stevenson Katharine
  18. We seek a rest beyond the skies, John Newton 98
  19. We seldom meet, when out to walk, Robert Williams Wood The Auk; The Orchid
  20. We send to you these rugged rhymes James McIntyre Lines Sent to Alexander McLaughlan, Amaranth Station, with a Copy of My Poems
  21. We should have a land of sun, Langston Hughes Our Land
  22. We sleep in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; Robert W. Service The Pines
  23. We stand about this place⁠—we, the memories; Edgar Lee Masters Edith Conant
  24. We stand mute! Georgia Douglas Johnson Contemplation
  25. We started to march o’er the plain, James McIntyre Indian Wars
  26. We tell a tale, ’tis all in rhyme, James McIntyre Dime Story
  27. We trace the pow’r of Death from tomb to tomb, Phillis Wheatley To a Lady on the Death of Three Relations
  28. We travelled in the print of olden wars; Robert Louis Stevenson The Country of the Camisards
  29. We two boys together clinging, Walt Whitman We Two Boys Together Clinging
  30. We two, how long we were fool’d, Walt Whitman We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d
  31. We uncommiserate pass into the night Robert Louis Stevenson We Uncommiserate Pass Into the Night
  32. We were apart: yet, day by day, Matthew Arnold Isolation. To Marguerite
  33. We who are old, old and gay, W. B. Yeats A Faery Song
  34. We will now sing in thoughtful strain James McIntyre Wars in Queen Victoria’s Reign
  35. We worship the Spirit Divine, Henry van Dyke Jr. Chant of the Magi at the Fire-Altar
  36. We would see Jesus; earth is grand, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper “Sir, We Would See Jesus”
  37. We wreathed about our darling’s head the morning-glory bright; Maria Lowell The Morning-Glory
  38. We, O Nature, depart: Matthew Arnold The Youth of Man
  39. We’d found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, Wilfred Owen The Sentry
  40. We’re wending the trail of the vanishing road, Georgia Douglas Johnson The Vanished Road
  41. We’ve room to build holy altars Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Light in Darkness
  42. Weapon shapely, naked, wan, Walt Whitman Song of the Broad-Axe
  43. Wearied by day with toils and cares, John Newton On the Fire at Olney. Sept. 22, 1777
  44. Weary of myself, and sick of asking Matthew Arnold Self-Dependence
  45. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, William Shakespeare XXVII
  46. Weave in, weave in, my hardy life, Walt Whitman Weave In, My Hardy Life
  47. Webster was much possessed by death T. S. Eliot Whispers of Immortality
  48. Weep not for me, when I am gone, John Henry Newman The Golden Prison
  49. Weep not for me;⁠— John Henry Newman A Voice from Afar
  50. Weep not, weep not, James Weldon Johnson Go Down Death
  51. Weep, far autumnal skies, David Park Barnitz Autumn Song
  52. Weep, weep, each loyal partisan, Ambrose Bierce Ignis Fatuus
  53. Welcker, I’m told, can boast a father great Ambrose Bierce A Poet’s Father
  54. Welcome children of the Spring, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Dandelions
  55. Welcome joy, and welcome sorrow, John Keats A Song of Opposites
  56. Welcome, Brazilian brother⁠—thy ample place is ready; Walt Whitman A Christmas Greeting
  57. Well died the world, that we might live to see John Donne To the Praise of the Dead, and the Anatomy
  58. Well for youth to seek the strong, George MacDonald Christmas Song of the Old Children
  59. Well tell a tale, it shall be brief James McIntyre Odd Fellowship in Woodstock
  60. Well, don’t you see this was the way of it: Edgar Lee Masters Nancy Knapp
  61. Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers were not wasted, Edgar Lee Masters Reuben Pantier
  62. Well, I’ve met her again⁠—at the Mission. Ambrose Bierce Again
  63. Well, James McMillan Shafter, you’re a Judge⁠— Ambrose Bierce The Shafter Shafted
  64. Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men⁠—and William Carlos Williams To a Friend
  65. Well, mind, here we have William Carlos Williams Promenade
  66. Well, Mr. Kemble, you are called, I think, Ambrose Bierce Bats in Sunshine
  67. Well, one morning real early Frances Ellen Watkins Harper The Reunion
  68. Well, son, I’ll tell you: Langston Hughes Mother to Son
  69. Well, Towser (I’m thinking your name must be Towser), Ambrose Bierce To a Stray Dog
  70. Well, well, old Father Christmas, is it you, Ambrose Bierce A Social Call
  71. Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin John Donne Satire IV
  72. Were I a skilful painter, George MacDonald Were I a Skilful Painter
  73. Were thou and I the white pinions George MacDonald Two in One
  74. Were you a leper bathed in wounds Georgia Douglas Johnson Proving
  75. Were you but lying cold and dead, W. B. Yeats He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead
  76. Were you not ashamed, fellow citizens, Edgar Lee Masters Nicholas Bindle
  77. Were’t aught to me I bore the canopy, William Shakespeare CXXV
  78. What a mournful life is mine, John Newton Dwelling in Mesech
  79. What am I after all but a child, pleas’d with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over; Walt Whitman What Am I After All
  80. What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the Unknown? Walt Whitman Portals
  81. “What are those, father?” “Statesmen, my child⁠— Ambrose Bierce One President
  82. What are you able to build with your blocks? Robert Louis Stevenson Block City
  83. What Attic Terence wrote of old for Rome, John Henry Newman Prologus in Phormionem
  84. What best I see in thee, Walt Whitman What Best I See in Thee
  85. What but the love of God could have softened Edgar Lee Masters Elmer Karr
  86. What can I do to drive away John Keats Lines to Fanny
  87. What can I give thee back, O liberal Elizabeth Barrett Browning VIII
  88. What contradictions meet John Newton Travailing in Birth for Souls
  89. What counsel has the hooded moon James Joyce What Counsel Has the Hooded Moon
  90. “What do you make so fair and bright?” W. B. Yeats The Cloak, the Boat, and the Shoes
  91. What do you see now? Edgar Lee Masters Dippold the Optician
  92. What does it mean? Tired, angry, and ill at ease, Edward Thomas Beauty
  93. What fun, when the housekeeper lugs Ring Lardner H. M. Rowley
  94. What grouchy old hen wouldn’t lay fer Ring Lardner Peter J. Schaefer
  95. What hast thou done, O womanhood of France, Henry van Dyke Jr. Jeanne d’Arc Returns
  96. “What have I earned for all that work,” I said, W. B. Yeats The People
  97. What have you done, O skies, Voltairine de Cleyre The Gods and the People
  98. What hurrying human tides, or day or night! Walt Whitman Broadway
  99. What if this present were the world’s last night? John Donne XIII
  100. What is it to grow old? Matthew Arnold Growing Old

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