Poems begining by W
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Winter
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
How large that thrush looks on the bare thorn-tree!
A swarm of such, three little months ago,
When Ham And Sham And Japhet: A Sailor's Song
© Harry Kemp
When Ham and Shem and Japhet
They walked the capstan round
Watching Unto God In The Night Season (3)
© William Cowper
Night! how I love thy silent shades,
My spirits they compose;
The bliss of heaven my soul pervades,
In spite of all my woes.
Written In A Country Churchyard
© John Kenyon
Oh! how I hate the cumbrous pride
Of plume and pall and scutcheon'd hearse,
Wrapping the rice cakes
© Matsuo Basho
Wrapping the rice cakes,
with one hand
she fingers back her hair.
Winding The Clock
© Edgar Albert Guest
When I was but a little lad, my old Grandfather said
That none should wind the clock but he, and so, at time for bed,
We Have Been Friends Together
© Caroline Norton
We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-trees
In infancy we played.
Written Afterwards
© Henry Lawson
So the days of my tramping are over,
And the days of my riding are done
Wasted
© Kingsley Amis
Why should that memory cling
Now the children are all grown up,
And the house - a different house -
Is warm at any season?
Where the Ponies Come to Drink
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
Up in Northern Arizona
there's a Ranger-trail that passes
Written In A Fit Of Illness. R. S. S.
© William Cowper
In these sad hours, a prey to ceaseless pain,
While feverish pulses leap in every vein,
Waldemars Chase
© George Borrow
Late at eve they were toiling on Harribee bank,
For in harvest men neer should be idle:
Towards them rode Waldemar, meagre and lank,
And he lingerd and drew up his bridle.
When All The World Is Hidden
© Robert Laurence Binyon
When all the world is hidden
And there is only you,
When bosom beats to bosom
As if the heart broke through,
Winter Moonlight
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LOUD-VOICED night, with the wild wind blowing
Many a tune;
Stormy night, with white rain-clouds going
Over the moon;
When You Come Home
© Katharine Tynan
All will be right when you come home, dear lad,
But oh, 'tis long of coming that you are!
Wedding Night
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Far from the feasting, in the bedroom
Sits loyal Amor and quakes with dread:
Who Goes With Fergus?
© William Butler Yeats
WHO will go drive with Fergus now,
And pierce the deep wood's woven shade,
