First lines

  1. Years of the modern! years of the unperform’d! Walt Whitman Years of the Modern
  2. Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! William Carlos Williams Primrose
  3. Yes, call me by my pet name! let me hear Elizabeth Barrett Browning XXXIII
  4. Yes, friend, I own these tales of Arabia Robert Louis Stevenson Tales of Arabia
  5. Yes, he was that, or that, as you prefer⁠— Ambrose Bierce T. A. H.
  6. Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush Edgar Lee Masters Amelia Garrick
  7. Yes, I remember, and still remember wailing Robert Louis Stevenson Yes, I Remember, and Still Remember Wailing
  8. Yes, it was like you to forget, Henry van Dyke Jr. Nepenthe
  9. Yes, my darling, when life’s shadows Mary Weston Fordham In Memoriam
  10. Yes, now the longing is o’erpast, Matthew Arnold Lines Written by a Death-Bed
  11. Yes, the Summer girl is flirting on the beach, Ambrose Bierce To a Summer Poet
  12. Yes, there is one thing braver than all flowers; William Carlos Williams Immortal
  13. “Yes, write it in the rock!” Saint Bernard said, Matthew Arnold The Divinity
  14. Yes: in the sea of life enisl’d, Matthew Arnold To Marguerite⁠—Continued
  15. Yes! Ethiopia yet shall stretch Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Ethiopia
  16. Yes! since God himself has said it, John Newton Confidence
  17. Yes. I remember Adlestrop⁠— Edward Thomas Adlestrop
  18. Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed Elizabeth Barrett Browning X
  19. Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember Robert Louis Stevenson In Memoriam F. A. S.
  20. Yet, when I muse on what life is, I seem Matthew Arnold Continued
  21. Yet, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Walt Whitman Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
  22. Yon may speak of a grave in a distant land, Mary Weston Fordham A Reverie
  23. “You acted unwisely,” I cried, “as you see Ambrose Bierce A Lacking Factor
  24. You and I, in the sere, brown weather, Voltairine de Cleyre You and I
  25. You are over there, Father Malloy, Edgar Lee Masters Father Malloy
  26. You ask me why, though ill at ease, Ambrose Bierce After Tennyson
  27. You ask me why, though ill at ease, Ambrose Bierce An Emigrant
  28. You came, Georgia Douglas Johnson Parody
  29. You can sigh o’er the sad-eyed Armenian Frances Ellen Watkins Harper An Appeal to My Countrywomen
  30. You can’t sleep here, Langston Hughes Drama for Winter Night
  31. You cannot hurt me any more Georgia Douglas Johnson Armor
  32. You could be president as well as not, Ring Lardner His Favorite Role
  33. You dare to say with perjured lips, Henry van Dyke Jr. Mare Liberum
  34. You deck my doby lavishly, Georgia Douglas Johnson Toy
  35. You exquisite chunk of mud William Carlos Williams K. McB.
  36. You fear⁠—Ligurra⁠—above all, you long⁠— Robert Louis Stevenson De Ligurra
  37. You felons on trial in courts, Walt Whitman You Felons on Trial in Courts
  38. You gave but will not give again W. B. Yeats To a Wealthy Man Who Promised a Second Subscription to the Dublin Municipal Gallery if It Were Proved the People Wanted Pictures
  39. You gave me your hand, Georgia Douglas Johnson Delusion
  40. You glory in your typewriter, James McIntyre Lines on a Typewriter
  41. You have been far, and I Robert Louis Stevenson To Marcus
  42. You haven’t no right to look cheesey Ring Lardner Z. Z. Jackson
  43. “You know Orion always comes up sideways. Robert Frost The Star-Splitter
  44. You know there is not much William Carlos Williams To a Friend Concerning Several Ladies
  45. “You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse Ambrose Bierce The Bride
  46. You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs, Walt Whitman You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me
  47. You looked so tempting in the pew, Robert Louis Stevenson You Looked So Tempting in the Pew
  48. You may look but look in vain James McIntyre A Modern Wonder
  49. You may say they won’t grow, and say they’ll decay⁠— Ambrose Bierce Arboriculture
  50. You may say, if you please, Johnny Bull, that our girls Ambrose Bierce In Defense
  51. You may think, passer-by, that Fate Edgar Lee Masters Lyman King
  52. You must not make ad‑verse remarks, Robert Williams Wood The Larks; The Larkspur
  53. “You need life insurance,” he’ll urge, Ring Lardner Bennett Griffin
  54. You never marveled, dullards of Spoon River, Edgar Lee Masters Harry Carey Goodhue
  55. You never understood, O unknown one, Edgar Lee Masters Harlan Sewall
  56. You observe the carven hand Edgar Lee Masters Marie Bateson
  57. You only promised me a single hour: Henry van Dyke Jr. An Hour
  58. “You ought to have seen what I saw on my way Robert Frost Blueberries
  59. You praise my self-sacrifice, Spoon River, Edgar Lee Masters Constance Hately
  60. You promised to paint me a picture, Ambrose Bierce A Demand
  61. You remember, I suppose, Robert Louis Stevenson To Ottilie
  62. You saw the vision in the face of clay, Georgia Douglas Johnson To May Howard Jackson⁠—Sculptor
  63. You say love is this, love is that: William Carlos Williams Memory of April
  64. You say, as I have often given tongue W. B. Yeats To a Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine
  65. You say, John Irish, Mr. Taylor hath Ambrose Bierce The Barking Weasel
  66. You sicken me with lies, Langston Hughes To Certain “Brothers”
  67. You sullen pig of a man William Carlos Williams Libertad! Igualdad! Fraternidad!
  68. You that are she, and you that’s double she, John Donne To the Lady Bedford
  69. You too, my mother, read my rhymes Robert Louis Stevenson To My Mother
  70. You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play, W. B. Yeats The Meditation of the Old Fisherman
  71. You were the last bulwark of my dreams, Langston Hughes Bulwark
  72. You who are so mighty, William Carlos Williams Appeal
  73. You who celebrate bygones, Walt Whitman To a Historian
  74. You who had the sense William Carlos Williams Invitation
  75. You who have lived in the Land, Robert W. Service L’Envoi
  76. You would not believe, would you, Edgar Lee Masters “Indignation” Jones
  77. You wound my soul with a thousand spears, Langston Hughes Nonette
  78. You, Charidemus, who my cradle swung, Robert Louis Stevenson In Charidemum
  79. You, Fitch, are known to be a Deacon⁠— Ambrose Bierce Two Guides
  80. You’d think ’twas this party’s ambition Ring Lardner J. W Douglass
  81. You’re grayer than one would have thought you: Ambrose Bierce At a “National Encampment”
  82. You’ve heard no doubt of Irish bulls, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Lines to Miles O’Reiley
  83. Young Calidore is paddling o’er the lake; John Keats Calidore
  84. Young man⁠— James Weldon Johnson The Prodigal Son
  85. Young, as the day’s first-born Titanic brood, George MacDonald A Dream Within a Dream
  86. Your attention, Thomas Rhodes, president of the bank; Edgar Lee Masters Kinsey Keene
  87. “Your eyes that once were never weary of mine W. B. Yeats Ephemera
  88. Your eyes⁠— Georgia Douglas Johnson Your Eyes
  89. Your influence, my friend, has gathered head⁠— Ambrose Bierce Dennis Kearney
  90. Your land is crowned with regal men, Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Our English Friends
  91. Your lightest breath may fan my cheek Georgia Douglas Johnson Divide
  92. Your love and pity doth the impression fill William Shakespeare CXII
  93. Your mistress, that you follow whores, still taxeth you; John Donne A Self-Accuser
  94. Your pastor’s fame first got abroad James McIntyre Salford Parsonage
  95. Your red blossoms amid green leaves Edgar Lee Masters Mabel Osborne
  96. Your soul is like a purple flower, David Park Barnitz Mais Moi Je Vis La Vie en Rouge
  97. Your subjects hope, dread Sire⁠— Phillis Wheatley To the King’s Most Excellent Majesty. 1768
  98. Your various talents, Goldenson, command Ambrose Bierce Master of Three Arts
  99. Your voice keeps ringing down the day Georgia Douglas Johnson Thralldom
  100. Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Henry van Dyke Jr. To James Whitcomb Riley

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