Whither is gone the wisdom and the power, 57. Who calls me bold because I won my love, 277. Whoever lives true life, will love true love, 141. The Who remains in London, 281. Who will away to Athens with me? who, 3. Why, let them rail! God's full anointed ones, Why, when the world's great mind, 221. Why wilt thou cast the roses from thine hair? Widow Machree, it 's no wonder you frown, 89. With pipe and flute the rustic Pan, 485. With rosy hand a little girl press'd down, 14. Word was brought to the Danish king, 94. Would that the structure brave, the manifold Yea, love, I know, and I would have it thus, Yea, Love is strong as life; he casts out fear, 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, love, the Spring shall come again, 435. Yet ah, that Spring should vanish with the Yon silvery billows breaking on the beach, 269. You may give over plough, boys, 367. Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn, Young Sir Guyon proudly said, 254. You promise heavens free from strife, 231. 13. Your tiny picture makes me yearn, 165. |