The Poems of William Wordsworth - Humanities-Ebooks
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Complete Index 869<br />
When, looking on the present face <strong>of</strong> things I.649<br />
When Love was born <strong>of</strong> race divine I.53<br />
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian Isle<br />
III.593<br />
When Phoebus took delight on earth to dwell<br />
II.658<br />
When Ruth was left half desolate I.421<br />
When Severn’s sweeping Flood had overthrown<br />
III.754<br />
When slow from pensive twilight’s latest gleams I.48<br />
When the Brothers reach’d the gateway I.603<br />
When the s<strong>of</strong>t hand <strong>of</strong> sleep had closed the latch<br />
III.93<br />
Whence that low voice?—A whisper from the heart<br />
III.358<br />
Where are they now, those wanton Boys?<br />
III.111<br />
Where art thou, my beloved Son I.606<br />
Where be the noisy followers <strong>of</strong> the game<br />
III.457<br />
Where be the Temples which in Britain’s Isle<br />
III.71<br />
Where holy ground begins—unhallowed ends<br />
III.569<br />
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go I.629<br />
Where lies the truth? has Man, in wisdom’s creed<br />
III.773<br />
Where long and deeply hath been fixed the root<br />
III.423<br />
Where Towers are crushed, and unforbidden weeds<br />
III.552<br />
Where were ye nymphs when the remorseless deep I.22<br />
Where will they stop, those breathing Powers<br />
III.680<br />
While beams <strong>of</strong> orient light shoot wide and high<br />
III.759<br />
While flowing Rivers yield a blameless sport<br />
III.366<br />
While from the purpling east departs<br />
III.595<br />
While Merlin paced the Cornish sands<br />
III.630<br />
While not a leaf seems faded,—while the fields<br />
III.81<br />
While poring Antiquarians search the ground<br />
III.611<br />
While the Poor gather round, till the end <strong>of</strong> time<br />
III.482<br />
While they, her Playmates once, light-hearted tread<br />
III.590<br />
White Doe <strong>of</strong> Rylstone, <strong>The</strong>; Or the Fate <strong>of</strong> the Nortons<br />
II.571<br />
Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high<br />
III.773<br />
Who comes with rapture greeted, and caress’d<br />
III.402<br />
Who fancied what a pretty sight I.671<br />
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he I.600<br />
Who leads a happy life I.718<br />
Who ponders National events shall find<br />
III.563<br />
Who rashly strove thy Image to portray?<br />
III.714<br />
Who rises on the banks <strong>of</strong> Seine<br />
III.98<br />
Who swerves from innocence, who makes divorce<br />
III.361<br />
Who weeps for Strangers?—Many wept<br />
III.13<br />
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant<br />
III.676<br />
Why cast ye back upon the Gallic shore<br />
III.456<br />
Why, Minstrel, these untuneful murmurings—<br />
III.588
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