VOL. PAGE What man is there so bold that he should say. viii. 112 What memory fired her pallid face iii. 93 361 What was his Creed? What profits it, O England, to prevail What, was it a dream? Am I all alone.. What's fame? - a fancied life in other's breath. .Anonymous. When ... .S. C. Woolsey. When a deed is done for Freedom, through the. When chapman billies leave the street. When children are playing alone When Delia on the plain appears. "When do I see thee most, beloved one " D. G. Rossetti. When Dorothy and I took tea, we sat upon. When freedom from her home was driven. When God at first made man When I am standing on a mountain crest ii. 252 iv. 333 When I do count the clock that tells the time. "When icicles hang by the wall"..Shakespeare. "When in disgrace" "When in the chronicle of wasted time" Shakespeare. When in the storm on Albion's coast When love with unconfined wings When Music, heavenly maid, was young When Psyche's friend becomes her lover.. "When the frost is on the punkin" J. W. Riley. .Lytton. "When the hounds of spring ". .A. C. Swinburne. V. 75 iii. 438 i. 88 When the Kye comes Hame .J. Hogg. ii. 283 When the lessons and tasks are all ended.. i. 286 iii. 32 ii. 242 When the ways are heavy with mire and rut.. 66 When will Love come? .Anonymous. When wintry days are dark and drear "Whenas in silks my Julia goes"..R. Herrick. Whenever a snow-flake leaves the sky. "Where are the men" Taliessin. "Where are you going, my pretty maid Anon. iii. 171 ii. 155 Where art thou gone, light-ankled Youth..... .A. H. Clough. Where now these mingled ruins lie Where the remote Bermudas ride Where the thistle lifts a purple crown "Which shall it be? Which shall it be?" Whistle, The Whistle and I'll come to You, my Lad. .R. Burns. .R. Story. ii. 112 ii. 109 Whoe'er she be Widow Malone Who has not dreamed a world of bliss. Whoever lives true life, will love true love... .Sir J. Suckling. Why came the rose? Because the sun, in shining. "Widow Machree " Widow's Mite, The G. F. Savage-Armstrong. Wife, Children, and Friends. Wife to her Husband, The Wild Ride, The .S. Lover. .F. Locker-Lampson. .J. M. Thompson. ii. 75 ii. 247 Will, The .J. Donne. vi. 295 Will of God, The .F. W. Faber. iv. 36 Will there never come a season. ix. 422 "Will you walk into my parlor?" said the.. i. 110 Winter Song....L. H. C. Hölty. Trans. Brooks. Winter Wish, A Winter-Evening Hymn to my Fire.. Wishes for the Supposed Mistress. . R. Crashaw. With a Nantucket Shell With a ripple of leaves and a tinkle of streams. With deep affection With echoing steps the worshippers R. L. Stevenson. .R. H. Messenger. . Lowell. .A. Cowley. .S. M. B. Piatt. V. 112 iv. 90 vii. 145 iv. 238 iii. 199 With how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb'st. iii. 13 i. 323 With pensive eyes the little room I view Within the sober realm of leafless trees. Within this lowly grave a Conqueror lies Woman's Answer, A Woman's Wish, A |