Poems begining by W
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What Though I Cannot Break My Chain
© Augustus Montague Toplady
What though I cannot break my chain
Or eer throw off my load,
The things impossible to men
Are possible to God.
Where Are You Poets?
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Where are you, Poets, that a Hero dies
Unsung? He who, when Duty brought too soon
Whole Gulfsof Red, and Fleetsof Red
© Emily Dickinson
Whole Gulfsof Red, and Fleetsof Red
And Crewsof solid Blood
Did place upon the WestTonight
As 'twere specific Ground
When all Thy Mercies, O My God
© Joseph Addison
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, Im lost
In wonder, love and praise.
When The Gloom Is On The Glen
© William Makepeace Thackeray
When the moonlight's on the mountain
And the gloom is on the glen,
"When I go up to work the young blue sea"
© Lesbia Harford
When I go up to work the young blue sea
Has not awaked from dreams:
It fades to meet the blue sky mistily:
It gleams.
We Are Not Always Glad When We Smile
© James Whitcomb Riley
We are not always glad when we smile:
Though we wear a fair face and are gay,
Who is the Enemy
© Ali Sardar Jafri
You were slaves till yesterday, so were we.
And then came the season of freedom bathed in showers of blood…
Willow Waly!
© William Schwenck Gilbert
[HE.] PRITHEE, pretty maiden - prithee, tell me true
(Hey, but I'm doleful, willow, willow waly!)
"When the reaper lays the sickle by "
© Alfred Austin
When the reaper lays the sickle by,
And taketh down the flail:
When all we prized, and all we planned,
Is ripe and stored at last,
And Autumn looks across the land,
And ponders on the Past.
White Magic
© Muriel Stuart
Is it not a wonderful thing to be able to force an astonished plant to bear rare flowers which are foreign to it. . . and to obtain a marvelous result from sap which, left to itself, would have produced corollas without beauty? -VIRGIL.
I stood forlorn and pale,
Wild Grapes
© Kenneth Slessor
The old orchard, full of smoking air,
Full of sour marsh and broken boughs, is there,
But kept no more by vanished Mulligans,
Or Hartigans, long drowned in earth themselves,
Who gave this bitter fruit their care.
Winter
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
Now that the earth has hid her lovely brood
Of green things in her breast safe out of sight,
White Moments
© Katharine Lee Bates
THE best of life, what is it but white moments?
Those swift illuminations when we see
"When I am articled"
© Lesbia Harford
When I am articled
The Law decrees
I shall devote my time
To stating fees
When at Thy Footstool, Lord, I Bend
© Henry Francis Lyte
When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend,
And plead with Thee for mercy there,
Think of the sinners dying Friend,
And for His sake receive my prayer.
Waterfall
© James Thomson
Smooth to the shelving brink a copious flood
Rolls fair and placid: where collected all,
In one impetuous torrent down the steep
It thundering shoots, and shakes the country round.
