The Poems of William Wordsworth - Humanities-Ebooks

868 The Poems of William Wordsworth
We gaze, not sad to think that we must die
III.740
We had a fellow-Passenger who came I.643
We have not passed into a doleful City
III.504
We saw, but surely, in the motley crowd
III.500
We talk’d with open heart, and tongue I.432
We walk’d along, while bright and red I.430
Weak is the will of Man, his judgement blind
II.571; III.53
Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air
III.27
Well have yon Railway Labourers to this ground
III.769
Well sang the bard who called the Grave, in strains
III.477
Well worthy to be magnified are they
III.420
Were there, below, a spot of holy ground I.97
Westmoreland Girl, The
III.765
What! Adam’s eldest Son in this sweet strain!
III.571
What aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size
III.544
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled
III.352
What awful pèrspective! while from our sight
III.411
What Beast in wilderness or cultured field
III.389
What Beast of Chase hath broken from the cover?
III.451
What boots it, * *, that thy princely blood I.60
What crowd is this? what have we here! we must not pass it by I.686
What from the social chain can tear I.40
What! He—who, mid the kindred throng
III.58
What heavenly smiles! O Lady mine”
III.759
What is good for a bootless bene?
II.632
What know we of the Blest above
III.436
What lovelier home could gentle Fancy chuse?
III.429
What mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret
III.693
What need of clamorous bells, or ribbands gay
III.48
What strong allurement draws, what spirit guides
III.731
What though the Accused, upon his own appeal
III.673
What though the Italian pencil wrought not here
III.465
What waste in the labour of Chariot and Steed! I.722
What you are stepping westward?” — “Yea.” I.657
When Alpine Vales threw forth a suppliant cry
III.414
When, far and wide, swift as the beams of morn
III.35
When first, descending from the moorlands
III.723
When first I journey’d hither, to a home I.723
When haughty expectations prostrate lie
III.136
When here with Carthage Rome to conflict came
III.539
When human touch, as monkish books attest
III.611
When I have borne in memory what has tamed I.647
When in the antique age of bow and spear
III.576