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Up, lads, they say we've struck a berg, though there's no danger yet, II, 152.

Viceroy they made him, Admiral and Don, I, 97.

Wanderer from a fading strand, II, 247.
War has its field of blood—heart-breaking War, II, 215.
Was it worth while to paint so fair, II, 243.
We are not twain, but one: through seas divide us, I, 142.
"We ne'er will part!" Ah me, what plaintive sounds, II, 194.
We trekked our way to the desert, II, 115.
We who have seen the seed fall without sound, I, 47.
Weary and long the winding way, I, 215.
What frolic zephyr through the young leaves plays, I, 73.
What miracle is here, II, 10.
What thought can measure Time? I, 39.
When beeches bud and lilacs blow, I, 50.
When I come to my Father's house he will hear me, II, 244.
When I hear men discoursing idle things, I, 249.
When Nature takes away the things we prize, II, 54.
When Spring comes tripping o'er the lea, II, 30.
When the wolds of Lycæus are silvery fair, I, 75.
When they are dead, we heap the laurels high, II, 18.
When through thy arching aisles, I, 42.
When to the undesired home, II, 121.
When Winter's sovereignty complete, II, 192.
When wintry wells are water-filled, I, 96.
When, with a mortal mother's helpless tears, II, 79.
Where Harold sleeps the night is blest, II, 124.
Where hast thou gone, my Day? II, 59.
Where shall we lay you down to rest? I, 89.
Who knocks at the door so late, so late, I, 91.
Who walks the world with soul awake, II, 181.
Why does great beauty waken in the soul, II, 100.
Why hast Thou bound my feet, II, 128.
Would Jesus come to me, Mither, I, 121.
Would you feel the witching spell, II, 65.
Wouldst thou learn what coldness is, II, 191.

You have outstripped me in the race, II, 252.
You say I'm dying! It is so, I think, II, 227.
You were not of one country. To one Race, II, 198.