Poems begining by W

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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,

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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!

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Wales Visitation

© Allen Ginsberg

White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow

  Trees moving in rivers of wind

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What's The Use

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

WHAT'S the use o' folks a-frownin'

When the way's a little rough?

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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!

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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?

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Winter

© Archibald Lampman

The long days came and went; the riotous bees

Tore the warm grapes in many a dusty vine,

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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.

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Woman And The Weed

© Andrew Lang

(FOUNDED ON A NEW ZEALAND MYTH.)


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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,

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Winter

© Edith Nesbit

Hold your hands to the blaze;

Winter is here

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We two

© Paul Eluard

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

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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?

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Waiting

© Augusta Davies Webster

A YOUNG fair girl among her flowers,

 And, as to blossoms born in May,

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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: -

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Within and Without: Part II: A Dramatic Poem

© George MacDonald

Julian.
Hm! ah! I see.
What kind of man is this Nembroni, nurse?

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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;

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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.

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War

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

Shake, shake the earth with giant tread,

  Thou red-maned Titian bold;

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What Soft—Cherubic Creatures

© Emily Dickinson

What Soft—Cherubic Creatures—
These Gentlewomen are—
One would as soon assault a Plush—
Or violate a Star—