Poems begining by W
/ page 11 of 113 /When Soft Winds And Sunny Skies
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
When soft winds and sunny skies
With the green earth harmonize,
And the young and dewy dawn,
Bold as an unhunted fawn,
Who Shall Rule This American Nation?
© Henry Clay Work
"No, never! no, never!"
The loyal millions say;
And 'tis they who rule this American Nation!
They, boys, they!
Wales Visitation
© Allen Ginsberg
White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow
Trees moving in rivers of wind
What's The Use
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
WHAT'S the use o' folks a-frownin'
When the way's a little rough?
What I Have Seen #5
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I saw a Christian, a temperance man,
Casting his ballot one day at the polls:
One who believes he does what he can
Toward the reclaiming and saving of souls.
And may be he does-may be he does!
I don't say he doesn't, but may be he does!
Written For My Son, To Mr. Barry;
© Mary Barber
Since Phoebus makes your Verse divine,
Since the God glows in ev'ry Line;
Why should you think, but I, with Ease,
Might write my native, artless Lays?
Winter
© Archibald Lampman
The long days came and went; the riotous bees
Tore the warm grapes in many a dusty vine,
We're Dreamers All
© Edgar Albert Guest
Oh, man must dream of gladness wherever his pathways lead,
And a hint of something better is written in every creed;
And nobody wakes at morning but hopes ere the day is o'er
To have come to a richer pleasure than ever he's known before.
When The Green Gits Back In The Trees
© James Whitcomb Riley
In spring, when the green gits back in the trees,
And the sun comes out and stays,
WAITING, waiting"
© Augusta Davies Webster
WAITING, waiting. 'Tis so far
To the day that is to come:
One by one the days that are
All to tell their countless sum;
Each to dawn and each to die
What so far as by and by?
Waiting
© Augusta Davies Webster
A YOUNG fair girl among her flowers,
And, as to blossoms born in May,
With Scindia To Delhi
© Rudyard Kipling
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi,
an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after the day was lost
with a beggar-girl, who had loved him and followed him in all his camps,
on his saddle-bow. He lost the girl when almost within sight of safety.
A Maratta trooper tells the story: -
Within and Without: Part II: A Dramatic Poem
© George MacDonald
Julian.
Hm! ah! I see.
What kind of man is this Nembroni, nurse?
Why Should I Pine?
© Madison Julius Cawein
Why should I pine? when there in Spain
Are eyes to woo, and not in vain;
Dark eyes, and dreamily divine:
And lips, as red as sunlit wine;
William Bede Dalley
© Henry Kendall
The clear, bright atmosphere through which he looks
Is one by no dim, close horizon bound;
The power shed as flame from noble books
Hath made for him a larger world around.
War
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Shake, shake the earth with giant tread,
Thou red-maned Titian bold;
What SoftCherubic Creatures
© Emily Dickinson
What SoftCherubic Creatures
These Gentlewomen are
One would as soon assault a Plush
Or violate a Star