Index of First Lines 3703 W PAGE Wait but a little while.... 1135 Wake! For the sun who scattered into flight. 2763 Waken, lords and ladies gay. 1614 Walking to-day in your garden, O gracious lady. 3322 Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives.. 3139 Was ist des Deutschen Vaterland., 3584 Was it worth while to paint so fair. 1446 Watch thou and fear; to-morrow thou shalt die. 3341 We are the fallen, who, with helpless faces. 2802 We have loitered and laughed in the flowery croft. 1674 We heard it calling, clear and low.. 1489 We knew them friends; he held her glance 975 We know not what it is, dear, this sleep so deep and still. 3342 We wreathed about our darling's head. Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee. 1889 298 2751 2735 1426 1461 68 Well met, pretty nymph, says a jolly young swain 741 Well then, I now do plainly see.. 1609 We'll meet beside the dusky glen, on yon burn side. 1132 Were I to name, out of the times gone by. Were my heart as some men's are, thy errors would not move me.. PAGE 2904 568 "What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade.. 2221 What, are you hurt, Sweet? So am I. 268 What do we plant when we plant the tree. 1358 142 What essences from Idumean palm.. 311 2167 What have I gained by the toil of the trail. "What have you in that basket, child". 1636 178 1347 2304 2923 1847 3196 3171 400 What is the road to slumber-land and when does the baby go What is to come we know not. But we know What will you do, love, when I am going. 938 What would it mean for you and me. 1268 "What, you are stepping westward?"-Yea 378 What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod 3220 What's she, so late from Penshurst come. What's love, when the most is said? The flash of the lightning fleet 3211 316 What's this dull town to me. What's this vain world to me.. 959 3455 When a' other bairnies are hushed to their hame 209 554 When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried 3284 When Eve upon the first of men 1850 When falls the soldier brave. 2250 When fierce political debate 1779 When first I saw her, at the stroke 553 When first I saw sweet Peggy. 747 When first the bride and bridegroom wed 1181 When Freedom, from her mountain height. 2125 When, full of warm and eager love 834 356 When good King Arthur ruled this land 44 1072 When I am old, and think of the old days 908 When I am standing on a mountain crest 1226 1197 3276 2736 2745 635 1941 When I have borne in memory what has tamed When I was a boy on the old plantation. When I was young the twilight seemed too long. 402 When icicles hang by the wall. 1951 When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes. When May bedecks the naked trees. 1495 When men shall find thy flower, thy glory pass. 1204 When the black-lettered list to the gods was presented When the British warrior queen 2276 When the bubble moon is young 1325 When the chill Sirocco blows. 1921 When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold 1816 When the grass shall cover me. 1086 When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces 1207 When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame 989 66 834 When the time comes for me to die When the toys are growing weary When the ways are heavy with mire and rut. When the wayside tangles blaze When the young hand of Darnley locked in hers When this, our rose, is faded. When thistle-blows do lightly float 3255 69 When the voices of children are heard on the green 143 1708 1437 3412 638 1339 When you are old and gray, and full of sleep 614 511 Index of First Lines Where are the friends that I knew in my Maying. Where are the swallows fled Where are they gone, and do you know Where is the true man's fatherland. 3062 Where lies the land to which the ship would go. 3202 Where runs the river? Who can say 2734 Where she her sacred bower adorns 565 Where the bee sucks, there suck I. 225 Where the pools are bright and deep. Where the quiet-colored end of evening smiles 120 1120 Whichever way the wind doth blow While sauntering through the crowded street While shepherds watched their flocks by night.. White little hands.. 2747 2730 2916 2106 2198 3179 2851 Whilst Adam slept, Eve from his side arose.. Whither away, O Sailor! say. Whither is gone the wisdom and the power. Whither, midst falling dew... Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding.... Whither, O whither didst thou fly.. Who cries that the days of daring are those that are faded far Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be. Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream.. Who drives the horses of the sun. Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight. Who has not dreamed a world of bliss. Who has robbed the ocean cave.. Who has seen the wind. "Who is it knocking in the night' Who is Silvia? What is she. Who killed Cock Robin.. Who killed Kildare? Who dared Kildare to kill. Who lives in suit of armor pent. 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. 792 2856 Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant. |