Why, why repine, my pensive friend, 563
Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun, 201
With all my will, but much against my heart, 764
With blackest moss the flower-plots, 699
With deep affection, 677
With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!, 93
With leaden foot Time creeps along, 452
With lifted feet, hands still, 856
With margerain gentle, 30
Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May, 15
Wouldst thou hear what Man can say, 192
Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart, 76
Wynter wakeneth al my care, 5
Years, many parti-colour'd years, 573
Ye banks and braes and streams around, 501
Ye blushing virgins happy are, 297
Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, 498
Ye have been fresh and green, 270
'Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end, 860
Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands, 386
Ye learnèd sisters, which have oftentimes, 82
Ye little birds that sit and sing, 206
Ye Mariners of England, 580
Yes: in the sea of life enisled, 749
Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord, 60
Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more, 317
You are a tulip seen to-day, 257
You brave heroic minds, 120
You meaner beauties of the night, 178
You must be sad; for though it is to Heaven, 806
You promise heavens free from strife, 758
You spotted snakes with double tongue, 128
You'll love me yet!—and I can tarry, 719
Your beauty, ripe and calm and fresh, 302
Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly, 12
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