Poems

• We Walked among the Whispering Pines

  It was a still autumnal day— / So sadly still and strangely bright— / The hectic glow of quick decay …

  by John Henry Boner

• We wear our sober Dresses when we die,

  We wear our sober Dresses when we die, / But Summer, frilled as for a Holiday / Adjourns her sigh —

• We Were Boys Together

  We were boys together, / And never can forget / The school-house near the heather, …

  by George Pope Morris

• We'll go no more a-roving

  So, we'll go no more a-roving / So late into the night, / Though the heart be still as loving, …

  by George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron

• We'll pass without the parting

  We'll pass without the parting / So to spare / Certificate of Absence — …

• Wear i sei

  [76] / Wear i sei. / I bi’ gebôara’n unter Tannazapfa, …

  by Michel Buck

• Webster (Botta)

  "When I and all those that hear me shall have gone to our last home, and / when the mould may have gathered on our memories, as it will on our / tombs:" -- Webster's Speech in the Senate, July, 1850. …

• Wechsel

  Ich sah sie zum erstenmal .. sie gefiel mir nicht: / Es ist an ihr nichts schönes / Als ihre schwarzen schwarzen haare. …

  by Stefan George

• Weckruf

  #EANF#

  by Erich Mühsam

• Weehawken and the New York Bay

  From “Fanny” / WEEHAWKEN! In thy mountain scenery yet, / All we adore of Nature in her wild …

  by Fitz-Greene Halleck

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