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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The White Peacock	Fiona MacLeod	1875	English	From “Sospiri di Roma” HERE where the sunlight Floodeth the garden, Where the pomegranate Reareth its glory Of gorgeous blossom; Where the oleanders Dream through the noontides; And, like surf o’ the sea Round cliffs of...
The White Rose	Anonymous		English	Sent by a Yorkish Lover to His Lancastrian Mistress IF this fair rose offend thy sight, Placed in thy bosom bare, ’T will blush to find itself less white, And turn Lancastrian there. But if thy ruby lip it spy, As kiss it thou mayest deign...
The White Squall	Bryan Waller Procter		English	The Sea was bright, and the bark rode well; The breeze bore the tone of the vesper bell; ’T was a gallant bark with a crew as brave As ever launched on the heaving wave. She shone in the light of declining day, And each sail was set, and each heart was gay...
The Whole of it came not at once —			English	The Whole of it came not at once — 'Twas Murder by degrees — A Thrust — and then for Life a chance — The Bliss to cauterize — The Cat reprieves the Mouse She eases from her teeth Just long enough for...
The Widow at Her Daughter's Bridal				DEAL gently, thou whose hand hath won The young bird from its nest away, Where, careless,'neath a vernal sun, She gayly carolled day by day; The haunt is lone, the heart must grieve, From where her...
The Widowed Heart	Albert Pike		English	Thou art lost to me forever!—I have lost thee, Isadore! Thy head will never rest upon my loyal bosom more; Thy tender eyes will never more look fondly into mine, Nor thine arms around me lovingly and trustingly entwine,— Thou art lost to me forever, Isadore!...
The Widow’s Mite	Frederick Locker-Lampson	1841	English	A WIDOW—she had only one! A puny and decrepit son; But, day and night, Though fretful oft, and weak and small, A loving child, he was her all— The Widow’s Mite. The Widow’s Mite—ay, so sustained, She battled onward, nor complained,...
The Wife	Anna Peyre Dinnies		English	I could have stemmed misfortune’s tide, And borne the rich one’s sneer,— Have braved the haughty glance of pride, Nor shed a single tear; I could have smiled on every blow From life’s full quiver thrown, While I might gaze on thee, and know...
The Wife (Dickinson)				She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife. If aught she missed in her new...
The Wife of Loki	Lady Charlotte Elliot		English	Cursed by the gods and crowned with shame, Fell father of a direful brood, Whose crimes have filled the heaven with flame And drenched the earth with blood; Loki, the guileful Loki, stands Within a rocky mountain-gorge; Chains gird his body...
The Wife to her Husband	Anonymous		English	Linger not long. Home is not home without thee: Its dearest tokens do but make me mourn. O, let its memory, like a chain about thee, Gently compel and hasten thy return! Linger not long. Though crowds should woo thy staying, Bethink thee, can the...
The Wild Geese	James Herbert Morse		English	The wild geese, flying in the night, behold Our sunken towns lie underneath a sea, Which buoys them on its billows. Liberty They have, but such as those frail barques of old That crossed unsounded mains to search our wold. To them the night unspeakable is...
The Wild Honeysuckle	Philip Freneau		English	Fair flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat, Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet: No roving foot shall crush thee here, No busy hand provoke a tear. By Nature’s self in...
The Wild Ride	Louise Imogen Guiney		English	I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses; All night, from their stalls, the importunate tramping and neighing. Let cowards and laggards fall back! but alert to the saddle, Straight, grim, and abreast,...
The Wild Ride	Louise Imogen Guiney		English	I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, All day, the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses; All night, from their cells, the importunate tramping and neighing. Cowards and laggards fall back; but alert to the saddle, Straight, grim, and abreast,...
The Will	John Donne	1592	English	Before I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, Great Love, some legacies: here I bequeathe Mine eyes to Argus, if mine eyes can see, If they be blind, then, Love, I give them thee; My tongue to Fame, to embassadors my ears; To women, or the sea, my...
The Will			English	⁠BEFORE I sigh my last gasp, let me breathe, ⁠Great Love, some legacies; I here bequeath ⁠Mine eyes to...
The Will of God	Frederick William Faber		English	I Worship thee, sweet will of God! And all thy ways adore; And every day I live, I seem To love thee more and more. Thou wert the end, the blessèd rule Of our Saviour’s toils and tears; Thou wert the passion of his heart Those...
The Willis	David Law Proudfit		English	The willis are out to-night, In the ghostly pale moonlight, With robes and faces white. Swiftly they circle round, And make not any sound, Nor footprint on the ground. The forest is asleep; All things that fly or creep A death-...
The Wind	Robert Louis Stevenson	1870	English	I Saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies’ skirts across the grass— O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did,...