PAGE Where are the friends that I knew in my Maying. Where are the loves that we loved before. Where are the swallows fled. Where are they gone, and do you know Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade. 2861 3217 2755 418 340 706 4 5 2752 3062 Where lies the land to which the ship would go. 3202 Where runs the river? Who can say Where she her sacred bower adorns Where the bee sucks, there suck I. Where the pools are bright and deep. Where the quiet-colored end of evening smiles Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Where'er there's a thistle to feed a linnet. While sauntering through the crowded street While shepherds watched their flocks by night. 2734 565 225 120 II 20 327 1870 1946 2730 2916 2106 2198 3179 2851 2747 199 Whilst Adam slept, Eve from his side arose. Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding. 1554 Whither, O whither didst thou fly.. 3516 Who cries that the days of daring are those that are faded far 2466 Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be.. Who killed Kildare? Who dared Kildare to kill. Who reach their threescore years and ten. Who remains in London. "Who says that the Irish are fighters be birth". "Who stuffed the white owl?" No one spoke in the shop. Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears. PAGE Why fear to-morrow, timid heart. 2799 Why have the mighty lived-why have they died. 2385 Why, having won her, do I woo. 1178 Why I tie about thy wrist.. 574 Why, if 'tis dancing you would be. 1948 Why is there in the least touch of her hands 899 "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly. Widow Machree, it's no wonder you frown. "Will you take a walk with me' "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail.. "Willy's rare, and Willy's fair". Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun. Wind of the North. With all my will, but much against my heart. With an honest old friend and a merry old song. 1908 46 1866 166 1035 3509 1095 954 With leaden foot Time creeps along. With fore-cloth smoothed by careful hands. With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies. With lifted feet, hands still... With little here to do or see. 1430 With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh. Women there are on earth, most sweet and high. Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build. PAGE Ye have been fresh and green. "Ye have robbed," said he, "ye have slaughtered and made an end". 1391 2711 2199 Yea, she hath passed hereby, and blessed the sheaves. 1338 Years, many parti-colored years.. 387 Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams. 1660 "Yes," I answered you last night. 610 Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more. 3297 Yon silvery billows breaking on the beach. 2922 Yonder in the heather there's a bed for sleeping. 1626 "You are old, Father William," the young man cried. 385 "You are old, Father William," the young man said. 1859 You ask me "Why I like him." Nay. 2856 You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come. 1848 You bells in the steeple, ring, ring out your changes. You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet... 1970 You found the green before the Spring was sweet. You were always a dreamer, Rose-red Rose. 1029 You Wi'yum, come 'ere, suh, dis minute. Wut dat you got under dat box. 1973 You would have understood me, had you waited. Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass. 1220 Youth, thou art fled,-but where are all the charms. 403 388 Richard Glover 2348 Advice.. 1137 Unknown 467 "" ter" PAGE Agincourt. Michael Drayton 2289 "Ah, Sweet is Tipperary" D. A. McCarthy 2504 "A-Hunting We Will Go" Henry Fielding 1613 Air, "I ne'er could any luster see R. B. Sheridan 805 Alarmed Skipper, The J. T. Fields 2078 Alice Brand.. William Drummond 1216 Philip Rosseter 2730 .Edmund Yates 1800 Alice Fell...William Wordsworth 276 .Arthur Colton 3494 444 837 by". ....A. E. Housman naked bed, as one that would rose, is faded. .Ernest Dowson 638 shall sunder us," Sydney Dobell 2153 |