- nay, 397.

Wales England wed; so I was bred, 581.
Was sorrow ever like unto our sorrow? 104.
Watchman, tell us of the night, 173.
Water, for anguish of the solstice :-
We are as mendicants who wait, 665.
We are born; we laugh; we weep, 20.
We are in love's land to-day, 420.
We are what suns and winds and waters make
us, 8.

We crown'd the hard-won heights at length, 63.
We do lie beneath the grass, 39.
Weep not! tears must vainly fall, 149.
Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town, 86.
We have been friends together, 93.

We have seen thee, O Love, thou art fair, 422.
Weird wife of Bein-y-Vreich! horo! horo! 219.
We lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack, 379.
Welcome, old friend! These many years, 10.
We'll a' go pu' the heather, 150.
We'll not weep for summer over, 446.
We meet 'neath the sounding rafter, 101.
We must pass like smoke or live within the
spirit's fire, 606.

Were I but his own wife, to guard and to guide
him, 106.

Were you ever in sweet Tipperary, where the
fields are so sunny and green, 105.
Werther had a love for Charlotte, 305.
We saw the swallows gathering in the sky, 371.
We shall lodge at the sign of the Grave, you
say, 611.

We stand upon the moorish mountain side, 65.
We stood so steady, 327.

West wind, blow from your prairie nest, 673.
We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
595.

We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, 116.
We were playing on the green together, 544.

What are the bugles blowin' for," 595.
What are the Vision and the Cry, 648.
What cometh here from west to east a-wend-
ing? 413.

What curled and scented sun-girls, almond-
eyed, 512.

What days await this woman, whose strange
feet, 660.

Whate'er of woe the Dark may hide in womb,
270.

What holds her fixed far eyes nor lets them
range, 565.

What makes a hero?-not success, not fame,
27.

What voice did on my spirit fall, 216.
What was he doing, the great god Pan, 134.
What was 't awaken'd first the untried ear,
56.

Wheer 'asta beän saw long and meä liggin' 'ere
aloän? 204.

When a' ither bairnies are hush'd to their
hame, 82.

When at close of winter's night, 472.

When do I see thee most, beloved one? 395.
Whene'er across this sinful flesh of mine, 58.
Whene'er there comes a little child, 262.
When first the unflowering Fern-forest, 557.
When from my lips the last faint sigh is blown,
68.

When Helen first saw wrinkles in her face, 14.
When He returns, and finds the world so drear,
284.

When I am dead and I am quite forgot, 557.
When I am dead, my spirit, 564.
When I was dead, my spirit turn'd, 376.
When I was sick and lay a-bed, 523.

When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad
year, 193.

When, lov'd by poet and painter, 316.
When mirth is full and free, 59.
When my Clorinda walks in white, 591.
When my feet have wander'd, 177.
When on my country walks I
go, 591.
When on the breath of autumn breeze, 74.
When our heads arc bow'd with woe, 170.
When our two souls stand up erect and strong,

132.

When russet beech-leaves drift in air, 299.
When stars are in the quiet skies, 43.
When the dumb Hour, cloth'd in black, 212.
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first,

598.

When the hounds of spring are on winter's
traces, 421.

When the last bitterness was past, she bore, 564.
When the soul sought refuge in the place of
rest, 605.

When, think you, comes the Wind, 443.
When we are parted let me lie, 329.
When we were girl and boy together, 38.
When you and I have played the little hour,
673.

When you are dead some day, my dear, 568.
Where are the swallows fled, 312.
Where art thou gone, light-ankled Youth ? 9.
Where Ausonian summers glowing, 56.
Where did you come from, baby dear? 164.
Where, girt with orchard and with olive-yard

554.

Whither is gone the wisdom and the power, 57.
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails
crowding, 438.

Who calls me bold because I won my love, 277.
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream,
604.

Whoever lives true life, will love true love, 141.
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight? 102.
Who has not walk'd upon the shore, 437.
"Whom the gods love die young."
thought is old, 272.

The

Who remains in London, 281.
Whosoe'er had look'd upon the glory of that
day, 388.

Who will away to Athens with me? who, 3.
Why groaning so, thou solid earth, 156.
Why, having won her, do I woo? 234.

Why, let them rail! God's full anointed ones,
673.

Why, when the world's great mind, 221.
Why will you haunt me unawares, 522.
Why wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair?
397.

Widow Machree, it 's no wonder you frown, 89.
"Wild huntsmen?"-T was a flight of swans,

Within the unchanging twilight, 146.
Within this charmed cool retreat, 667.
With little white leaves in the grasses, 564.
With me along the strip of herbage strown,
340.

With pipe and flute the rustic Pan, 485.
With purple glow at even, 654.

With rosy hand a little girl press'd down, 14.
With the Orient in her eyes, 666.

Word was brought to the Danish king, 94.
Would God my heart were greater; but God
wot, 422.

Would that the structure brave, the manifold
music I build, 362.

Yea, love, I know, and I would have it thus,
593.

Yea, Love is strong as life; he casts out fear,
336.

Year after year, 299.

Year after year I sit for them, 602.

Ye are young, ye are young, 594.

Yes, Cara mine, I know that I shall stand, 330.
Yes; I write verses now and then, 15.

Yes, love, the Spring shall come again, 435.
Yes! thou art fair, and I had lov'd, 149.
Yes; when the ways oppose, 489.

Yet ah, that Spring should vanish with the

rose, 342.

Yon silvery billows breaking on the beach, 269.
You ask for fame or power, 645.

You had two girls-Baptiste, 669.
You know, we French storm'd Ratisbon, 345.
You lay a wreath on murder'd Lincoln's bier,
450.

You may give over plough, boys, 367.
You must be troubled, Asthore, 576.
Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn,
88.

Young Sir Guyon proudly said, 254.

You promise heavens free from strife, 231.
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, 352.
Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass,

13.

Your tiny picture makes me yearn, 165.
You smil'd, you spoke, and I believ'd, 13.
You take a town you cannot keep, 69.