| First Line of Poem |
Poem Title |
Author |
Lines |
Views |
| W'at's all dem bell a ringin' for, a can hear dem ev'ry w'ere? |
The Oyster Schooner |
William Henry Drummond |
|
495 |
| W'en daih 's chillun in de house, |
The Old Front Gate |
Paul Laurence Dunbar |
40 |
215 |
| W'en de clouds is hangin' heavy in de sky, |
My Sweet Brown Gal |
Paul Laurence Dunbar |
20 |
183 |
| W'en de evenin' shadders |
The Boogah Man |
Paul Laurence Dunbar |
44 |
249 |
| W'en I was young boy on de farm, dat 's twenty year ago |
How Bateese Came Home |
William Henry Drummond |
|
786 |
| W'en us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise, |
When A Feller's Itchin' To Be Spanked |
Paul Laurence Dunbar |
35 |
190 |
| W'en you full o' worry |
Advice |
Paul Laurence Dunbar |
36 |
232 |
| W'y, one time wuz a little-weenty dirl, |
Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood |
James Whitcomb Riley |
172 |
129 |
| W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out |
The Bear-Story |
James Whitcomb Riley |
142 |
82 |
| WAÄIT till our Sally cooms in, fur thou mun a’ sights1 to tell. |
The Northern Cobbler |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
699 |
| Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e; |
Wae Is My Heart. |
Robert Burns |
12 |
240 |
| Wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf |
Lines Written On A Bank-Note. |
Robert Burns |
12 |
272 |
| Wail! for the Law has scattered into flight |
The Rubaiyat Of Ohow Dryyam With Apologies To Omar |
J. L. Duff |
80 |
393 |
| Waileth a woman, "O my God!" |
Death of the Prince Imperial |
Abram Joseph Ryan |
72 |
85 |
| Wailing, wailing, wailing, the wind over land and sea– |
Rizpah |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
627 |
| Wait a little,’ you say, ‘you are sure it ’ll all come right,’ |
The First Quarrel |
Alfred Lord Tennyson |
|
597 |
| Wait a little: do we not wait? |
Villa Franca |
James Russell Lowell |
84 |
115 |
| Wait for the morning! Ah! We wait indeed |
Time 2 |
James Whitcomb Riley |
14 |
77 |
| Wait for the morning: - It will come, indeed, |
Wait For The Morning. |
James Whitcomb Riley |
16 |
90 |
| Wait till the majesty of Death |
Precedence. |
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson |
16 |
199 |
| Waiting in the woodland, watching for my sweet, |
Broken Tryst |
Richard Le Gallienne |
20 |
172 |
| Wake for the sun, that scatters into flight, |
The Rubaiyat Of A Kentuckian. |
Edwin C. Ranck |
16 |
71 |
| Wake not for the world-heard thunder |
|
Alfred Edward Housman |
24 |
173 |
| Wake the serpent not - lest he |
Fragment: 'Wake The Serpent Not'. |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
9 |
152 |
| Wake thee, my dear--thy dreaming |
Wake Thee, My Dear. |
Thomas Moore |
20 |
109 |
| Wake up my harp! thy strings begin to rust! |
To my Harp. |
John Hartley |
40 |
166 |
| Wake up, sweet melody! |
Wake Up, Sweet Melody. |
Thomas Moore |
20 |
118 |
| Wake! for Reveillée scatters into flight |
Omar Out Of Date |
John Kendall (Dum-Dum) |
52 |
208 |
| Wake! for the closed Pavilion doors have kept |
Measure For Measure. |
Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch |
36 |
102 |
| Wake! for the Golden Cat has put to flight |
The Rubáiyát of a Persian Kitten |
Oliver Herford |
140 |
237 |
| Wake, baillie, wake! the crafts are out; |
Sleep And Time. |
Jean Ingelow |
16 |
160 |
| Wake, Israel, wake! Recall to-day |
The Banner Of The Jew. |
Emma Lazarus |
36 |
174 |
| Wake, sisters, wake! the day-star shines; |
Hymn Of The Dunkers |
John Greenleaf Whittier |
52 |
393 |
| Wake, wake, Quevira! our soft rest must cease, |
Prologue To The Indian Queen. |
John Dryden |
22 |
249 |
| Wake: the silver dusk returning |
Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - IV - Reveille |
Alfred Edward Housman |
24 |
195 |
| Waken not Amor from sleep! The beauteous urchin still slumbers; |
Warning. |
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
4 |
189 |
| Waken, lords and ladies gay, |
Hunting Song |
Walter Scott (Sir) |
32 |
456 |
| Waking in the night to pray, |
Foolish Children |
George MacDonald |
24 |
123 |
| Walking alone where we walked together, |
The Broken Tryst |
James Russell Lowell |
8 |
133 |
| Walking at eve I met a little child |
Walking At Eve |
John Frederick Freeman |
14 |
180 |
| Walking by moonlight on the golden margin |
Fragment. |
Frances Anne Kemble (Fanny) |
40 |
197 |
| Walking in bright Phoebus' blaze, |
Dispraise Of A Courtly Life |
Philip Sidney (Sir) |
78 |
153 |
| Walking is like |
An Improvisation For Angular Momentum |
A. R. Ammons |
|
1005 |
| Walking to-day in your garden, O gracious lady, |
The Mossrose |
Henry John Newbolt, Sir |
20 |
99 |
| Walking, snow falling, it is possible |
Living By |
Ben Jonson |
|
724 |
| Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking! |
The Walkers |
Robert William Service |
24 |
85 |
| Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives, |
Jim Bludso, Of The "Prairie Belle." |
John Milton Hay |
56 |
329 |
| Wallett, old friend! Thy way's been long; |
To W. F. Wallett. The Queen's Jester. |
John Hartley |
40 |
171 |
| Wallowing in this bloody sty, |
The Drunken Fisherman |
Robert Lowell |
|
793 |
| Walls separate us. |
To Frida |
Alfred Lichtenstein |
7 |
157 |
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