Poems begining by W
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Whydo they shut Me out of Heaven?
© Emily Dickinson
Whydo they shut Me out of Heaven?
Did I singtoo loud?
ButI can say a little "Minor"
Timid as a Bird!
When My Dreams Come True
© James Whitcomb Riley
When my dreams come true--when my dreams come true--
Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the dew,
To listen--smile and listen to the tinkle of the strings
Of the sweet guitar my lover's fingers fondle, as he sings?
And as the nude moon slowly, slowly shoulders into view,
Shall I vanish from his vision--when my dreams come true?
With My Swag All On My Shoulder
© Anonymous
With my swag on my shoulder,
black billy in my hand,
I traveled the bush of Australia
like a true born native man.
Written In An Ovid
© Matthew Prior
Ovid is the surest guide
You can name to show the way
To any woman, maid, or bride,
Who resolves to go astray.
Windmills And Stone Stables
© James McIntyre
Cows suffered in the days of old
For want of water and from cold,
Now of good water they have fill
For it is pumped by the windmill.
When Hopes Ran High
© Henry Lawson
WHEN hopes ran high the world was young,
We thought that we would never die,
And glorious were the songs we sung
In those grand days when hopes ran high.
When There Is Peace
© Henry Austin Dobson
When there is Peace our land no more
Will be the land we knew of yore.
Waiting
© George MacDonald
I waited for the Master
In the darkness dumb;
Light came fast and faster-
My light did not come!
When Ore My Temples Balmy Vapours Rise
© Thomas Parnell
When ore my temples balmy vapours rise
Whose soft suffusion dims the sinking eyes
"What weeping, or what dewfall,"
© Torquato Tasso
What weeping, or what dewfall,
Whose then were those tears,
War-Song Of The Spanish Patriots
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
High the crimson banner wave!
Ours be conquest or the grave!
Spirits of our noble sires,
Lo! your sons, with kindred fires,
Unconquer'd glow!
Where Without Whom
© Octavio Paz
There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don't know where I've gone.
When Autumn Came
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
The birds that herald dreams
were exiled from their song,
each voice torn out of its throat.
They dropped into the dust
even before the hunter strung his bow.
Whittier
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
HIS fourscore years and five
Are gone, like a tale that is told.
The quick tears start, there s an ache at the heart,
For we never thought him old.
When The Rain Is On The Roof
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Lord, I am poor, and know not how to speak,
But since Thou art so great,
Thou needest not that I should speak to Thee well.
All angels speak unto Thee well.
Willie's Question
© George MacDonald
I.
Willie speaks.
Is it wrong, the wish to be great,
For I do wish it so?
I have asked already my sister Kate;
She says she does not know.
When you go Away
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
When you go away, my friend,
When you say your last good-bye,
Then the summer time will end,
And the winter will be nigh.
Wem Ich Zu Gefallen Suche, Und Nicht Suche
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Wohin, wohin treibt dich mit blutgen Sporen
Die Wissbegier, dich, ihren Held?
Du eilst, o Mylius! im Auge feiger Toren
Zur kuenftgen, nicht zur neuen Welt.
Why Silent?
© Henry Timrod
Why am I silent from year to year?
Needs must I sing on these blue March days?
What will you say, when I tell you here,
That already, I think, for a little praise,
I have paid too dear?
Who's Taller?
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Depends on if the judge is fair,
Depends how high the heels you wear,
Depends on if they count the hair,
Depends if they allow the chair.
