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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Index of First Lines

Underneath this myrtle shade to Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly

Underneath this myrtle shade Underneath this sable herse Under the greenwood tree Under the wide and starry sky Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Upon my lap my sovereign sits Up the airy mountain Urns and odours bring away! Venus, take my votive glass Verse, a breeze ‘mid blossoms straying Vital spark of heav’nly flame! Waes-hael for knight and dame! We are the music-makers Weave the warp, and weave the woof Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee Weep with me, all you that read Weep you no more, sad fountains Welcome, maids of honour! Welcome, welcome! do I sing Well then! I now do plainly see Were I as base as is the lowly plain We saw Thee in Thy balmy nest We see them not—we cannot hear We, that did nothing study but the way We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night We’ve trod the maze of error round Wharefore sou’d ye talk o’ love What beck’ning ghost, along the moonlight shade What bird so sings, yet so does wail? What conscience, say, is it in thee What have I done for you What is your substance, whereof are you made What needs complaints What nymph should I admire or trust What should I say? What sweet relief the showers to thirsty plants we see What was he doing, the great god Pan Whenas in silks my Julia goes When by Zeus relenting the mandate was revoked When, Coelia, must my old day set When daisies pied and violets blue When, dearest, I but think of thee When Death to either shall come When Delia on the plain appears When God at first made Man When I am dead, my dearest When icicles hang by the wall When I consider how my light is spent When I have borne in memory what has tamed When I have fears that I may cease to be When, in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes When in the chronicle of wasted time When I survey the bright When Jessie comes with her soft breast When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year When like the early rose When Love arose in heart and deed When Love with unconfinèd wings When lovely woman stoops to folly When maidens such as Hester die When my love was away When our two souls stand up erect and strong When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies When the fierce North-wind with his airy forces When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces When the lamp is shatter’d When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame When the world is burning When thou must home to shades of underground When thou, poor Excommunicate When thy beauty appears When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought When we two parted When we were idlers with the loitering rills When you and I have play’d the little hour When you are old and gray and full of sleep Where, like a pillow on a bed Where the bee sucks, there suck I Where the pools are bright and deep Where the remote Bermudas ride Whether on Ida’s shady brow While that the sun with his beams hot Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding Whoe’er she be Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Who hath his fancy pleasèd Who is it that, this dark night Who is Silvia? What is she? Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant Why does your brand sae drop wi’ blude Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why Why, having won her, do I woo? Why I tie about thy wrist Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Why, why repine, my pensive friend Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun Wine of Love is music With all my will, but much against my heart With blackest moss the flower-plots With deep affection With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies! With leaden foot Time creeps along With lifted feet, hands still With margerain gentle World is too much with us; late and soon World’s great age begins anew Worschippe ye that loveris bene this May Wouldst thou hear what Man can say Wrong not, sweet empress of my heart Wynter wakeneth al my care Year ‘s at the spring Years, many parti-colour’d years Ye banks and braes and streams around Ye blushing virgins happy are Ye flowery banks o’ bonnie Doon Ye have been fresh and green Ye have robb’d, said he, ye have slaughter’d and made an end Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands Ye learnèd sisters, which have oftentimes Ye little birds that sit and sing Ye Mariners of England Yes: in the sea of life enisled Yet if His Majesty, our sovereign lord Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more You are a tulip seen to-day You brave heroic minds You’ll love me yet!—and I can tarry You meaner beauties of the night You must be sad; for though it is to Heaven You promise heavens free from strife You spotted snakes with double tongue Young May moon is beaming, love Your beauty, ripe and calm and fresh Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly