Poems begining by W
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Where Are The Temperance People? In Reply To A Query
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Where are the temperance people?
All scattered here and there,
Sowing the seeds of righteous deeds,
That the harvest may be fair.
Wait For The Morning
© James Whitcomb Riley
Wait for the morning:--It will come, indeed,
As surely as the night hath given need.
When Moonlike Ore The Hazure Seas
© William Makepeace Thackeray
When moonlike ore the hazure seas
In soft effulgence swells,
Written From Dublin, To A Lady In The Country.
© Mary Barber
A wretch, in smoaky Dublin pent,
Who rarely sees the Firmament,
You graciously invite, to view
The Sun's enliv'ning Rays with you;
To change the Town for flow'ry Meads,
And sing beneath the sylvan Shades.
Wine and Water
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale,
He ate his egg with a ladle in a egg-cup big as a pail,
And the soup he took was Elephant Soup and fish he took was Whale,
But they all were small to the cellar he took when he set out to sail,
And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,
"I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."
When You Know A Fellow
© Edgar Albert Guest
When you get to know a fellow, know his joys and know his cares,
When you've come to understand him and the burdens that he bears,
When you've learned the fight he's making and the troubles in his way,
Then you find that he is different than you thought him yesterday.
You find his faults are trivial and there's not so much to blame
In the brother that you jeered at when you only knew his name.
Was It A Sin?
© Emil Aarestrup
Was it a sin no one was with us?
Our wedding such a lone affair?
A stork the only tree-top witness
Who from his nest returned our stare?
Where?
© Heinrich Heine
Where shall I, of wandering weary,
Find my resting-place at last?
Under drooping southern palm-trees?
Under limes the Rhine sweeps past?
Where Can The Heart Be Hidden In The Ground
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Where can the heart be hidden in the ground
And be at peace, and be at peace forever,
Wait Till Your Pa Comes Home
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Wait till your Pa comes home!" Oh, dear!
What a dreadful threat for a boy to hear.
Yet never a boy of three or four
But has heard it a thousand times or more.
"Wait till your Pa comes home, my lad,
And see what you'll get for being bad,
Why Art Thou Thus Cast Down, My Heart?
© Hans Sachs
Why art thou thus cast down, my heart?
Why troubled, why dost mourn apart,
O'er nought but earthly wealth?
Trust in thy God, be not afraid,
He is thy Friend who all things made.
Wijs My Die Plek
© Christian Frederik Louis Leipoldt
Wys my die plek waar ons saam gestaan het,
Eens, toe jy myne was -
Wednesday Before Easter
© John Keble
O Lord my God, do thou Thy holy will -
I will lie still -
I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm,
And break the charm
Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast,
In perfect rest.
With Madness Like to Mine
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
NOT one is filled with madness like to mine
In all the taverns! my soiled robe lies here,
There my neglected book, both pledged for wine.
With dust my heart is thick, that should be clear,
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
© Walt Whitman
When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomd,
And the great star early droopd in the western sky in the night,
I mourndand yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Worship
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
This is he, who, felled by foes,
Sprung harmless up, refreshed by blows
