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- Where, where but here have Pride and Truth, W. B. Yeats On Hearing That the Students of Our New University Have Joined the Agitation Against Immoral Literature
- Where’er I roam in this fair English land, John Henry Newman Home
- Where’er you find the Fisher folk James McIntyre Fairy Tale
- Where’s the Poet? Show him! show him, John Keats “Where’s the Poet? Show Him! Show Him”
- Where’s your kingdom, little king? Henry van Dyke Jr. The Ruby-Crowned Kinglet
- Whether that soul which now comes up to you John Donne A Hymn to the Saints, and to Marquis Hamilton
- Whether upon the garden seat Robert Louis Stevenson Envoy for “A Child’s Garden of Verses”
- Whether we like it, or don’t, Robert Louis Stevenson Poem for a Class Re-Union
- Whether we write or speak or do but look Fernando Pessoa I
- While all the East was weaving red with gray, T. S. Eliot Before Morning
- While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, Phillis Wheatley To the University of Cambridge, in New-England
- While deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade Phillis Wheatley To the Honourable T. H. Esq.; On the Death of His Daughter
- While I lived without the Lord, John Newton Freedom from Care
- While I was handling Dom Pedro Edgar Lee Masters Jim Brown
- While I, from that reed-throated whisperer W. B. Yeats Closing Rhymes
- While Joshua led the armed bands John Newton Moses and Amalek
- While Moses on the Mountain lay, John Henry Newman Intercession of the Saints
- While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, Walt Whitman The Artilleryman’s Vision
- While not the past forgetting, Walt Whitman While Not the Past Forgetting
- While others chant of gay Elysian scenes, Phillis Wheatley To a Gentleman on His Voyage to Great-Britain for the Recovery of His Health
- While raging tempests shake the shore, Phillis Wheatley Ode to Neptune
- While there’s leaves on the forest or foam on the river, James McIntyre MacGregor’s Gathering
- While voyaging on northern seas James McIntyre Sailor’s Yarn
- While with ceaseless course the sun John Newton Time How Swift
- Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid, William Shakespeare LXXIX
- Whilst yet to prove John Donne Farewell to Love
- whisper of yellow globes Jean Toomer Her Lips Are Copper Wire
- Whispers of heavenly death murmur’d I hear, Walt Whitman Whispers of Heavenly Death
- White men’s children spread over the earth— Georgia Douglas Johnson The Riddle
- White-rose perfume David Park Barnitz Requiem
- Who am I? Only one of the commonest common people, Voltairine de Cleyre Out of the Darkness
- Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wilfred Owen Mental Cases
- Who are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, Walt Whitman Ethiopia Saluting the Colors
- Who cares Langston Hughes Hurt
- Who carved this shattered harp on my stone? Edgar Lee Masters Joseph Dixon
- Who comes tonight? We ope the doors in vain. Robert Louis Stevenson Henry James
- Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? W. B. Yeats The Rose of the World
- “Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat;” Ambrose Bierce My Lord Poet
- Who follows Jesus shall not walk George MacDonald After Thomas Kemp
- Who goes amid the green wood James Joyce Who Goes Amid the Green Wood
- Who has gone farthest? for I would go farther, Walt Whitman Excelsior
- Who hath not built his castles in the free and open air? Georgia Douglas Johnson Illusions
- Who hath prophetic vision sees James McIntyre Prophecy of a Ten Ton Cheese
- Who includes diversity and is Nature, Walt Whitman Kosmos
- Who is it that says most? which can say more William Shakespeare LXXXIV
- Who is Sylvia? What is she Ring Lardner His Lady Friend
- Who is there who has never heard, Robert Williams Wood Burr; Bird
- “Who is this little one lying,” George MacDonald Master and Boy
- Who know thee, love: thy life be such George MacDonald A Birthday-Wish
- Who knows how many thousand years ago Henry van Dyke Jr. “The Signs”
- Who learns my lesson complete? Walt Whitman Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
- Who loves to peer up at the morning sun, John Keats On Leigh Hunt’s Poem, The Story of Rimini
- Who madest all and dost control, John Henry Newman Matins—Wednesday
- Who makes the past a pattern for next year, John Donne To Sir Henry Goodyere
- Who now reads clear the roster of that band? John G. Neihardt The Song of Three Friends
- Who prop, thou ask’st, in these bad days, my mind? Matthew Arnold To a Friend
- Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul, Henry van Dyke Jr. The Way
- Who shall be our prophet then, C. S. Lewis The Philosopher
- Who taught thee conflict with the pow’rs of night, Phillis Wheatley On the Death of a Young Gentleman
- Who taught this pleading to unpractis’d eyes? Matthew Arnold To a Gipsy Child by the Seashore
- Who told Creed Haymond he was witty?—who Ambrose Bierce An Idler
- Who watched the worn-out Winter die? Henry van Dyke Jr. The Parting and the Coming Guest
- Who will believe my verse in time to come, William Shakespeare XVII
- Who’s this that lispeth in the thickening throng Ambrose Bierce A Voluptuary
- Whoever Comes to shroud me, do not harm, John Donne The Funeral
- Whoever guesses, thinks, or dreams, he knows John Donne The Curse
- Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy “Will,” William Shakespeare CXXXV
- Whoever loves, if he do not propose John Donne Love’s Progress
- Whoever thou art who passest by Edgar Lee Masters Henry Layton
- Whoever you are holding me now in hand, Walt Whitman Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
- Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, Walt Whitman To You
- Whom all obey— John Henry Newman Vespers—Friday
- Whose woods these are I think I know. Robert Frost Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
- Why are we by all creatures waited on? John Donne XII
- Why are you running so fast hither and thither Edgar Lee Masters Plymouth Rock Joe
- Why art thou so hushed and sad, Ameen Rihani From the Arabic
- Why ask me, Gastrogogue, to dine, Ambrose Bierce Hospitality
- Why did Albert Schirding kill himself Edgar Lee Masters Jonas Keene
- Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell; John Keats Sonnet
- Why did the sun his beams conceal Mary Weston Fordham The Crucifixion
- Why did you bruise me with your rough places Edgar Lee Masters Voltaire Johnson
- Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day William Shakespeare XXXIV
- Why do I write today? William Carlos Williams Apology
- Why do you clothe me with scarlet of shame? Voltairine de Cleyre Bastard Born
- Why do you love your Cousin Paull? Ring Lardner Cousinly Affection
- Why dost thou want to sing George MacDonald My Heart Thy Lark
- Why each is striving, from of old, Matthew Arnold Destiny
- Why is my verse so barren of new pride, William Shakespeare LXXVI
- Why loiterest within Simon’s walls, John Henry Newman The Church in Prayer
- Why make so much of fragmentary blue Robert Frost Fragmentary Blue
- Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing? Walt Whitman To the States
- Why should he not have been allowed Ambrose Bierce California
- Why should I blame her that she filled my days W. B. Yeats No Second Troy
- Why should I fear the darkest hour, John Newton Jesus My All
- —Why sittest thou, O Muse, in grief enfolden? David Park Barnitz Hélas
- Why this man gelded Martial I muse, John Donne Raderus
- Why was I not devoured by self-contempt, Edgar Lee Masters Alfred Moir
- Why, dear Cousin, John Henry Newman Monks
- Why, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart John Henry Newman Messina
- Why, when the World’s great mind Matthew Arnold The World and the Quietist
Alphabetical, keeping any leading “A” or “The”.