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somethingdarkerWondrous was their form and fashion - F.C.W.[Francis Charles Weedon per the Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry site.] "Forest-Teachings" [Chambers' Edinburgh Journal, no.424, 14 Feb. 1852]
A glittering band that dazzles to subdue - H.J.W. "An Evening Hymn" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)
Awhile to sit within its gilded cage - H.J.W. "An Evening Hymn" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)
The way to charm all kinds of rebels - M.R.W. "The Way to Walk" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Rolling stones in every path - M.R.W. "The Way to Walk" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Root and twist, burrow like lightning - Seth Wade "Did You Hear About the Neighbors?"
Will never hear their whispers leak through the dirt - Seth Wade "Did You Hear About the Neighbors?"
Full of competent trees - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"
Children and shadows and singularities - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"
Waves of something like water - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"
Falling upward from the body - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"
Embroidering a new wind - G.C. Waldrep "brief lesson on marriage"
Clenched to conceal mysteries - Alice Walker "Mysteries"
Of naughty verse and hated judgments - Alice Walker "Revolutionary Petunia"
Imitating their fields - Alice Walker "Why War Is Never a Good Idea"
Fallen like a broken cart - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"
In the quiet cottage of his brain - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"
The sepia of this desert city - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"
Gentleness in the shade of shadows - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"
Till time with endless years grows gray - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Patria Spes Ultima Mundi: Flag of our Union" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Where storms on storms in ceaseless torrents pour - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Napoleon's Tomb" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]
Mars nursed the infant in the thundercloud - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Napoleon's Tomb" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]
Danger and glory claimed him as their own - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Napoleon's Tomb" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]
Give me back my bended bow - William Walker, Jr. "[Oh, give me back my bended bow]"
Follow in the otter's track - William Walker, Jr. "[Oh, give me back my bended bow]"
Dear scenes which bound me like chains - William Walker, Jr. "The Wyandot's Farewell"
The marshes where cranberries grow - William Walker, Jr. "The Wyandot's Farewell"
Three and five and seven times - Jody Wallace "Beans"
Than politics can steal - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"
The tangled residue of stars - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"
Of languages breaking open - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"
Even when burned in iron - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"
The holly bright shone on the old oak wall - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"
The clue to my secret lurking-place - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"
Each tower to search, each nook to scan - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"
The old man weeps for his fairy bride - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"
Quiet that is anything but - Valerie Wallace "House of McQueen"
Pattern and line gather quiet - Valerie Wallace "House of McQueen"
Under our transient skins - Valerie Wallace "House of McQueen"
Under a cinnamon tree that blossomed twice - Wan Ts'u "Floating Narcissus" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
A fresh carnation to remember her perfume - Wan Ts'u "Floating Narcissus" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Our eyes no longer clear as the new moon - Wang Chang-ling "Young Girls of Old" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Our mirrors are bewitched with winter - Wang Chang-ling "Young Girls of Old" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Wicked winter can bewitch our mirrors only - Wang Chang-ling "Young Girls of Old" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Fail to satisfy the appetites of the soul - Wang Chi "On Going to a Tavern" (translated by Arthur Waley)
And, at the end, need no Paradise - Wang Chi "Tell Me Now" (translated by Arthur Waley)
Peach blossoms thought only of fruit to come - Wang Chien "Palace Song" transl. by Burton Watson
To rail at the dawn-watch wind - Wang Chien "Palace Song" transl. by Burton Watson
Walked in the footprints of far-off times - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson
Tales of glory and decay - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson
North border winds are rising - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson
No carriage goes that does not follow the rut - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson
Words were not made for us - Sharon Wang "Radial Scent"
Unraveling, a path - Sharon Wang "Radial Scent"
My mind has never walked much further than my feet - Wang-Wei "Best Happiness of All" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Blue fingers of the moon still play on my old lute - Wang-Wei "Best Happiness of All" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Making ten thousand turnings - Wang Wei "The Blue-Green Stream" (translated by Florence Ayscough and Amy Lowell)
Only the mindless waters remain - Wang Wei "Weeping for Ying Yao" transl. by Burton Watson
Leaves fall from the quince tree - Wang Yu-ch'eng "Journey to a Village" transl. by Burton Watson
Fill with echoes of evening - Wang Yu-ch'eng "Journey to a Village" transl. by Burton Watson
I am near enough my roots - Sanna Wani "Tomorrow is a Place"
The room, far as fear - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward "The Room's Width"
Baffled by death and love - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward "The Room's Width"
We care not what old Homer tells - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
New peoples write--in blood--their name - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
No legend lured these men to roam - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
Great Agamemnon lifts his hand - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
For they wanted to grow up wise - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"
There seemed no end to the pretty things - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"
They built huge castles up with sand - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"
For they grew in the mermaid's home - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"
Of the drink that drowns sorrow - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"
Bound him with wythes of the willow and fir - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"
The earth shook beneath him with thunderous raps - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"
Behind this elixir there are no mishaps - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"
Like the gourd which Jonas had - Simon Wastell "Man's Mortality"
Amidst the clover sweet with dew - Nixon Waterman "Thoughts Thought Whilst Thinkin' About Mary and Her Pet Lamb"
Till the clock says stop - Jacqueline Waters "Ready for My Statement?"
At my window in full bloom - Lucian B. Watkins "The Flower at My Window"
So cheerful after rain - Lucian B. Watkins "The Flower at My Window"
That marked the nucleus of a noble name - Lucian B. Watkins "The Old Log Cabin"
Where all the suns of civilization lay - Lucian B. Watkins "The Old Log Cabin"
When the fire burns hollow - Rosamund Marriott Watson "The Open Door"
Dear gnomon of the passing hour - Harvey Maitland Watts "To a Roadside Cedar"
Defies harsh winter's knell - Harvey Maitland Watts "To a Roadside Cedar"
Guardian of the humblest homes - Harvey Maitland Watts "To a Roadside Cedar"
This world's kin to trouble - Edwin Waugh "God Bless These Poor Folk!"
Wept the truth in burning tears - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)
Many a fair hope crushed and broken - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)
The hemlock-bowl for Athen's pride - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)
To give their mighty spirits greeting - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)
no ceremony around the absence - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"
and retired without a pension - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"
a skilled enough practitioner of failure - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"
to see what casts a shadow - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"
And weave but nets to catch the wind - John Webster "The Burial"
Down at the hall at midnight - Lula Lowe Weeden "Dance" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Such ringing of bells you never heard - Lula Lowe Weeden "Me Alone" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
It was running down to the great Atlantic - Lula Lowe Weeden "The Stream" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Knew the silent gates and walls - Charles Weekes "Dreams"
Where nothing wakes or calls - Charles Weekes "Dreams"
With neither word nor pause - Charles Weekes "Dreams"
Beneath here in the dust - Charles Weekes "Poppies"
crawled inside a grandfather paradox - M. Darusha Wehm "The Chrononaut"
every second I become something new - M. Darusha Wehm "The Chrononaut"
with a clock for my breath - M. Darusha Wehm "The Chrononaut"
Losing language in my sleep - Valerie Welaufer "I do not remember my own name"
Planned to inherit the garden - Valerie Welaufer "I do not remember my own name"
Painting asters by the brook - Julia Carter Welch "Fall"
Kissing apples till they blush - Julia Carter Welch "Fall"
Setting sumac hedge aflame - Julia Carter Welch "Fall"
Stranger far than stars or kings - Carolyn Wells "The Seven Ages of Childhood"
You do not know enough to dream - Carolyn Wells "The Seven Ages of Childhood"
Unconscious of her faults and merits - Carolyn Wells "The Seven Ages of Childhood"
So fragile are affection's roots - Carolyn Wells "The Seven Ages of Childhood"
The orchard frozen in moonlight - Marjory Wentworth "In Every Season: Celebrating Robert Frost"
Before the sun has spoken - Marjory Wentworth "(Loving) the World and Everything in It: Celebrating Mary Oliver"
Inscribing the language of water - Marjory Wentworth "The Music of the Earth: Celebrating Pablo Neruda"
Finding new words for salt and starlight - Marjory Wentworth "The Music of the Earth: Celebrating Pablo Neruda"
And wrestle till the break of day - Charles Wesley "Wrestling Jacob"
Never will unloose my hold - Charles Wesley "Wrestling Jacob"
Sand and stones and bits of shell - Paul West "The Cumberbunce"
No music in my throat - Paul West "The Cumberbunce"
Knowing the impossibility of getting there - Nora Weston "Things Allergic to Sleep"
Desire a particular flavor of quark - Nora Weston "Things Allergic to Sleep"
The tribe of petty frets - Agnes Ethelwyn Wetherald "At the Window"
A terror, a murderous unholy apocalypse - Lesley Wheeler "Dragon Questionnaire"
Lifting us out of grief and terror - Lesley Wheeler "Dragon Questionnaire"
The sword that gleams on Conquest's track - C.L. Wheler "The Song of the Axe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
His trophies bright are truth and light - C.L. Wheler "The Song of the Axe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Praise to the king of the wildwood ring - C.L. Wheler "The Song of the Axe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Experiments in creating anger escaped control - Dave Whippman "Gothic Romance"
Even my footsteps will be different - Dave Whippman "Gothic Romance"
Until my face comes into the light - Dave Whippman "Gothic Romance"
Those Venuses in your eyes - Arisa White "Curious and Counting"
Glorious canopy of light and blue - Blanco White "Night and Death"
A curtain of translucent dew - Blanco White "Night and Death"
With the host of heaven came - Blanco White "Night and Death"
And insect stood revealed - Blanco White "Night and Death"
Insistence on a fantasy of order - Renia White "off the shore of oneself as in ..."
Horizon beyond the heart you know - Renia White "off the shore of oneself as in ..."
The re-negotiation among space and rulership - Renia White "off the shore of oneself as in ..."
Missing the friction between action and reaction - Thomas White "After"
In the nooks and crannies of the rest of your life - Thomas White "After"
Worked with his muscles, his brain and his pen - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"
To ransom the children of men - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"
And never diverges one jot from his plan - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"
And sanctify effort in every condition - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"
I'll do something you'll remember - Mary R. Whittlesey "The Secret" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
You don't know where I'm going - Mary R. Whittlesey "The Secret" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
What I've told you no one knows - Mary R. Whittlesey "The Secret" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Like the dewdrops, let us scatter - Myra Viola Wilds "Dewdrops"
And to sorrow never yield - Myra Viola Wilds "Sunshine"
No better than his thoughts - Myra Viola Wilds "Thoughts"
Then in love set each one free - Myra Viola Wilds "Thoughts"
A thousand woes surround me - Richard Wilke "A Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Though adverse fortune reign - Richard Wilke "A Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Comes suddenly where pain and beauty meet - Marguerite O.B. Wilkinson "To William Butler Yeats" [The Little Review v.1 no. 4, June 1914]
With heart prepared to find the contrast sweet - Marguerite O.B. Wilkinson "To William Butler Yeats" [The Little Review v.1 no. 4, June 1914]
Sunk in Avon's fatal wave - Anna Williams "On the Death of Sir Erasmus Philips"
To weep is nature, but to weep is vain - Anna Williams "On the Death of Sir Erasmus Philips"
Remains to catch the parting ray - Anna Williams "On the Death of Sir Erasmus Philips"
Like dawn on the pond - Crystal Williams "The Voice of God"
Will meet and love again - Emma Lowrey Williams "Life"
At the end of the cavern's crawl - Evan Williams "Yours, Stalagmite"
Send letters back and forth by paper airplane - Evan Williams "Yours, Stalagmite"
Coating this clay with green of peace - Iolo Aneurin Williams "From a Flemish Graveyard"
And watch a lark in heaven stand - Iolo Aneurin Williams "From a Flemish Graveyard"
Traveller, turn a mournful eye - Iolo Aneurin Williams "A Monument (After an Ancient Fashion)"
How history does not wash away - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"
Makes a needle and thread of itself - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"
Born with grief and gratitude - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"
Building joy from absolutely nothing - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"
Stood and loved you while you slept - Miller Williams "A Poem for Emily"
And to his way committed him - N.P. Willis "The Shunamite"
As if death had no power to touch him - N.P. Willis "The Shunamite"
A night filled with pinpricks instead of stars - Rin Willis "After the Wolf"
Look at the sky and remember different stars - Rin Willis "After the Wolf"
Mischief deep in ambush lay - Zavarr Wilmshurst "Love and Mischief"
Fall into the day - Eliot Khalil Wilson "While Waiting for the Bus"
Their accomplished joy - Eliot Khalil Wilson "While Waiting for the Bus"
Under the noise of hours - Eliot Khalil Wilson "While Waiting for the Bus"
Cradled near the setting sun - John Wilson "The Evening Cloud"
Crimson tinged its braided snow - John Wilson "The Evening Cloud"
Kept my life in a small room - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"
Could not pay the price of their redemption - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"
Around corners and over horizons - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"
Brought premonitions and resistance - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"
Leaden saints all in a ring - J.L. Wing "Louis Onze"
Blind as a thread of water - Yvor Winters "The Moonlight"
His eyes a web of sleep - Yvor Winters "The Moonlight"
Shakes the wide domains of air - William Henry Withrow "Cloud Castles"
The oak flings largesse to the beggar breeze - William Henry Withrow "October"
The strange portent of the prophet's bush - William Henry Withrow "October"
Like a ship safe at anchor - Kate Wolf "Safe at Anchor"
The struggling moonbeam's misty light - Charles Wolfe "The Burial of Sir John Moore"
Half our heavy task was undone - Charles Wolfe "The Burial of Sir John Moore"
Marking off paths between fireflies - Cecilia Woloch "Slow Children at Play"
Something buoyed, something sun knocked - Jane Wong "The Waiting"
A crumpled shock of joy - Jane Wong "The Waiting"
On a path already made firm - Janet Wong "Walking to Temple"
Bits of dream fluff and heart dust - Janet S. Wong "Breath"
Shards of broken thoughts - Janet S. Wong "Breath"
To dry out her heart - Janet S. Wong "Cobra"
Somewhere to rest the weight of yourself - Janet S. Wong "Low Crow"
Kept a scrapbook of ghost stories - Jennifer Wong "Calling the dead"
Myths of the land of the missing - Jennifer Wong "Calling the dead"
Full his dreaming gaze - George Edward Woodberry "St. John and the Faun"
Hung on time's blossoming stem - George Edward Woodberry "St. John and the Faun"
Flow onward in a sadder guise - Miss H.J. Woodman "The Maiden's Burial"
Give back the precious dust - Miss H.J. Woodman "The Maiden's Burial"
Stemming oblivion's torrent - Miss J. Woodman "Stanzas Suggested by Gliddon's Lectures on the Antiquities of Egypt" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]
That long had slumbered with forgotten things - Miss J. Woodman "Stanzas Suggested by Gliddon's Lectures on the Antiquities of Egypt" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]
With a magic key unlocked the store of ages - Miss J. Woodman "Stanzas Suggested by Gliddon's Lectures on the Antiquities of Egypt" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]
Simple truth his utmost skill - Sir Henry Wotton "The Happy Life"
Whose armor is his honest thought - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"
Public fame or private breath - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"
How deepest wounds are given by praise - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"
His life from rumors freed - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"
What resides behind your eyes - J. Deery Wray "Eidetic"
Waxy orbs bereft of shine - J. Deery Wray "Eidetic"
Memories once yours are now mine - J. Deery Wray "Eidetic"
Lost voice carried over the winds - Tobias Wray "The Last Orgasm"
Last ashes of satisfaction - Tobias Wray "The Last Orgasm"
One last starry daffodil excess - Tobias Wray "The Last Orgasm"
Think not lightly of its knell - John Elwin Wrench "A few lines against the opening of the Crystal Palace on the Sabbath day"
Come to banish wracking pain - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]
Two nights I wooed in vain - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]
Life in stone bound fast - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]
Oblivion of the Present, Future, Past - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]
Blurry headlights athwart wet asphalt - K. Ceres Wright "Mission: Accomplished"
White angels of surprise - R. Walter Wright "Easter Morn"
A flame in a thrown bottle - Gail Wronsky "The Moon Is in Labor"
The cup that wakes these memories - Wu Chun "Song of Spring" transl. by Burton Watson
Across the river with white waves rising - Emperor Wu-ti "The Autumn Wind" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Flute and drum and rowers' song - Emperor Wu-ti "The Autumn Wind" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
My heart is sad and will not dance - Emperor Wu-ti "The Autumn Wind" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
At the edge of Never - Mark Wunderlich "Gone Is Gone"
Leaving the ancient, the angry and the slow - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"
Having run out his luck in the West - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"
Effaced from marble by acid rain - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"
I teach above the stars to fly - Wyat "Virtue" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]
The salt-chased seas uncurled - Edith Wyatt "Sympathy"
As one within a moated tower - Edith Wyatt "Sympathy"
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A glittering band that dazzles to subdue - H.J.W. "An Evening Hymn" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)
Awhile to sit within its gilded cage - H.J.W. "An Evening Hymn" (from The Knickerbocker, v.22:5, Nov. 1843)
The way to charm all kinds of rebels - M.R.W. "The Way to Walk" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Rolling stones in every path - M.R.W. "The Way to Walk" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Root and twist, burrow like lightning - Seth Wade "Did You Hear About the Neighbors?"
Will never hear their whispers leak through the dirt - Seth Wade "Did You Hear About the Neighbors?"
Full of competent trees - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"
Children and shadows and singularities - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"
Waves of something like water - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"
Falling upward from the body - Claire Wahmanholm "Poem with No Children in It"
Embroidering a new wind - G.C. Waldrep "brief lesson on marriage"
Clenched to conceal mysteries - Alice Walker "Mysteries"
Of naughty verse and hated judgments - Alice Walker "Revolutionary Petunia"
Imitating their fields - Alice Walker "Why War Is Never a Good Idea"
Fallen like a broken cart - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"
In the quiet cottage of his brain - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"
The sepia of this desert city - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"
Gentleness in the shade of shadows - Loretta Diane Walker "Imagining my Neighbor"
Till time with endless years grows gray - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Patria Spes Ultima Mundi: Flag of our Union" [The Continental Monthly v.III - April, 1863 - no.IV]
Where storms on storms in ceaseless torrents pour - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Napoleon's Tomb" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]
Mars nursed the infant in the thundercloud - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Napoleon's Tomb" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]
Danger and glory claimed him as their own - Hon. Robert J. Walker "Napoleon's Tomb" [The Continental Monthly v.III - May, 1863 - no.V]
Give me back my bended bow - William Walker, Jr. "[Oh, give me back my bended bow]"
Follow in the otter's track - William Walker, Jr. "[Oh, give me back my bended bow]"
Dear scenes which bound me like chains - William Walker, Jr. "The Wyandot's Farewell"
The marshes where cranberries grow - William Walker, Jr. "The Wyandot's Farewell"
Three and five and seven times - Jody Wallace "Beans"
Than politics can steal - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"
The tangled residue of stars - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"
Of languages breaking open - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"
Even when burned in iron - Mark Wallace "Deep Cover Costumes"
The holly bright shone on the old oak wall - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"
The clue to my secret lurking-place - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"
Each tower to search, each nook to scan - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"
The old man weeps for his fairy bride - Susan E. Wallace "The Mistletoe Bough"
Quiet that is anything but - Valerie Wallace "House of McQueen"
Pattern and line gather quiet - Valerie Wallace "House of McQueen"
Under our transient skins - Valerie Wallace "House of McQueen"
Under a cinnamon tree that blossomed twice - Wan Ts'u "Floating Narcissus" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
A fresh carnation to remember her perfume - Wan Ts'u "Floating Narcissus" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Our eyes no longer clear as the new moon - Wang Chang-ling "Young Girls of Old" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Our mirrors are bewitched with winter - Wang Chang-ling "Young Girls of Old" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Wicked winter can bewitch our mirrors only - Wang Chang-ling "Young Girls of Old" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Fail to satisfy the appetites of the soul - Wang Chi "On Going to a Tavern" (translated by Arthur Waley)
And, at the end, need no Paradise - Wang Chi "Tell Me Now" (translated by Arthur Waley)
Peach blossoms thought only of fruit to come - Wang Chien "Palace Song" transl. by Burton Watson
To rail at the dawn-watch wind - Wang Chien "Palace Song" transl. by Burton Watson
Walked in the footprints of far-off times - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson
Tales of glory and decay - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson
North border winds are rising - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson
No carriage goes that does not follow the rut - Wang Seng-Ta "To Match the Prince of Lang-yeh's Poem in the Old Style" transl. by Burton Watson
Words were not made for us - Sharon Wang "Radial Scent"
Unraveling, a path - Sharon Wang "Radial Scent"
My mind has never walked much further than my feet - Wang-Wei "Best Happiness of All" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Blue fingers of the moon still play on my old lute - Wang-Wei "Best Happiness of All" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Making ten thousand turnings - Wang Wei "The Blue-Green Stream" (translated by Florence Ayscough and Amy Lowell)
Only the mindless waters remain - Wang Wei "Weeping for Ying Yao" transl. by Burton Watson
Leaves fall from the quince tree - Wang Yu-ch'eng "Journey to a Village" transl. by Burton Watson
Fill with echoes of evening - Wang Yu-ch'eng "Journey to a Village" transl. by Burton Watson
I am near enough my roots - Sanna Wani "Tomorrow is a Place"
The room, far as fear - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward "The Room's Width"
Baffled by death and love - Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward "The Room's Width"
We care not what old Homer tells - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
New peoples write--in blood--their name - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
No legend lured these men to roam - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
Great Agamemnon lifts his hand - J. Wareham "The Trojan War, 1915" [The Anzac Book: Written and Illustrated in Gallipoli by the Men of Anzac, 1916]
For they wanted to grow up wise - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"
There seemed no end to the pretty things - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"
They built huge castles up with sand - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"
For they grew in the mermaid's home - Mrs. Warner-Sleigh "At the Seaside"
Of the drink that drowns sorrow - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"
Bound him with wythes of the willow and fir - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"
The earth shook beneath him with thunderous raps - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"
Behind this elixir there are no mishaps - George Warwick "Schneider Von Groot's Christmas Dream"
Like the gourd which Jonas had - Simon Wastell "Man's Mortality"
Amidst the clover sweet with dew - Nixon Waterman "Thoughts Thought Whilst Thinkin' About Mary and Her Pet Lamb"
Till the clock says stop - Jacqueline Waters "Ready for My Statement?"
At my window in full bloom - Lucian B. Watkins "The Flower at My Window"
So cheerful after rain - Lucian B. Watkins "The Flower at My Window"
That marked the nucleus of a noble name - Lucian B. Watkins "The Old Log Cabin"
Where all the suns of civilization lay - Lucian B. Watkins "The Old Log Cabin"
When the fire burns hollow - Rosamund Marriott Watson "The Open Door"
Dear gnomon of the passing hour - Harvey Maitland Watts "To a Roadside Cedar"
Defies harsh winter's knell - Harvey Maitland Watts "To a Roadside Cedar"
Guardian of the humblest homes - Harvey Maitland Watts "To a Roadside Cedar"
This world's kin to trouble - Edwin Waugh "God Bless These Poor Folk!"
Wept the truth in burning tears - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)
Many a fair hope crushed and broken - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)
The hemlock-bowl for Athen's pride - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)
To give their mighty spirits greeting - Mrs J. Webb "Lines to Time" (The Knickerbocker v.23:2, Feb. 1844)
no ceremony around the absence - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"
and retired without a pension - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"
a skilled enough practitioner of failure - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"
to see what casts a shadow - Chaun Webster "[by way of entry you sit with an object]"
And weave but nets to catch the wind - John Webster "The Burial"
Down at the hall at midnight - Lula Lowe Weeden "Dance" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Such ringing of bells you never heard - Lula Lowe Weeden "Me Alone" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
It was running down to the great Atlantic - Lula Lowe Weeden "The Stream" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Knew the silent gates and walls - Charles Weekes "Dreams"
Where nothing wakes or calls - Charles Weekes "Dreams"
With neither word nor pause - Charles Weekes "Dreams"
Beneath here in the dust - Charles Weekes "Poppies"
crawled inside a grandfather paradox - M. Darusha Wehm "The Chrononaut"
every second I become something new - M. Darusha Wehm "The Chrononaut"
with a clock for my breath - M. Darusha Wehm "The Chrononaut"
Losing language in my sleep - Valerie Welaufer "I do not remember my own name"
Planned to inherit the garden - Valerie Welaufer "I do not remember my own name"
Painting asters by the brook - Julia Carter Welch "Fall"
Kissing apples till they blush - Julia Carter Welch "Fall"
Setting sumac hedge aflame - Julia Carter Welch "Fall"
Stranger far than stars or kings - Carolyn Wells "The Seven Ages of Childhood"
You do not know enough to dream - Carolyn Wells "The Seven Ages of Childhood"
Unconscious of her faults and merits - Carolyn Wells "The Seven Ages of Childhood"
So fragile are affection's roots - Carolyn Wells "The Seven Ages of Childhood"
The orchard frozen in moonlight - Marjory Wentworth "In Every Season: Celebrating Robert Frost"
Before the sun has spoken - Marjory Wentworth "(Loving) the World and Everything in It: Celebrating Mary Oliver"
Inscribing the language of water - Marjory Wentworth "The Music of the Earth: Celebrating Pablo Neruda"
Finding new words for salt and starlight - Marjory Wentworth "The Music of the Earth: Celebrating Pablo Neruda"
And wrestle till the break of day - Charles Wesley "Wrestling Jacob"
Never will unloose my hold - Charles Wesley "Wrestling Jacob"
Sand and stones and bits of shell - Paul West "The Cumberbunce"
No music in my throat - Paul West "The Cumberbunce"
Knowing the impossibility of getting there - Nora Weston "Things Allergic to Sleep"
Desire a particular flavor of quark - Nora Weston "Things Allergic to Sleep"
The tribe of petty frets - Agnes Ethelwyn Wetherald "At the Window"
A terror, a murderous unholy apocalypse - Lesley Wheeler "Dragon Questionnaire"
Lifting us out of grief and terror - Lesley Wheeler "Dragon Questionnaire"
The sword that gleams on Conquest's track - C.L. Wheler "The Song of the Axe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
His trophies bright are truth and light - C.L. Wheler "The Song of the Axe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Praise to the king of the wildwood ring - C.L. Wheler "The Song of the Axe" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Experiments in creating anger escaped control - Dave Whippman "Gothic Romance"
Even my footsteps will be different - Dave Whippman "Gothic Romance"
Until my face comes into the light - Dave Whippman "Gothic Romance"
Those Venuses in your eyes - Arisa White "Curious and Counting"
Glorious canopy of light and blue - Blanco White "Night and Death"
A curtain of translucent dew - Blanco White "Night and Death"
With the host of heaven came - Blanco White "Night and Death"
And insect stood revealed - Blanco White "Night and Death"
Insistence on a fantasy of order - Renia White "off the shore of oneself as in ..."
Horizon beyond the heart you know - Renia White "off the shore of oneself as in ..."
The re-negotiation among space and rulership - Renia White "off the shore of oneself as in ..."
Missing the friction between action and reaction - Thomas White "After"
In the nooks and crannies of the rest of your life - Thomas White "After"
Worked with his muscles, his brain and his pen - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"
To ransom the children of men - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"
And never diverges one jot from his plan - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"
And sanctify effort in every condition - L. Whitehead "New House that Jack Built: an Original American Version"
I'll do something you'll remember - Mary R. Whittlesey "The Secret" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
You don't know where I'm going - Mary R. Whittlesey "The Secret" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
What I've told you no one knows - Mary R. Whittlesey "The Secret" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Like the dewdrops, let us scatter - Myra Viola Wilds "Dewdrops"
And to sorrow never yield - Myra Viola Wilds "Sunshine"
No better than his thoughts - Myra Viola Wilds "Thoughts"
Then in love set each one free - Myra Viola Wilds "Thoughts"
A thousand woes surround me - Richard Wilke "A Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Though adverse fortune reign - Richard Wilke "A Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.2, Feb. 1849]
Comes suddenly where pain and beauty meet - Marguerite O.B. Wilkinson "To William Butler Yeats" [The Little Review v.1 no. 4, June 1914]
With heart prepared to find the contrast sweet - Marguerite O.B. Wilkinson "To William Butler Yeats" [The Little Review v.1 no. 4, June 1914]
Sunk in Avon's fatal wave - Anna Williams "On the Death of Sir Erasmus Philips"
To weep is nature, but to weep is vain - Anna Williams "On the Death of Sir Erasmus Philips"
Remains to catch the parting ray - Anna Williams "On the Death of Sir Erasmus Philips"
Like dawn on the pond - Crystal Williams "The Voice of God"
Will meet and love again - Emma Lowrey Williams "Life"
At the end of the cavern's crawl - Evan Williams "Yours, Stalagmite"
Send letters back and forth by paper airplane - Evan Williams "Yours, Stalagmite"
Coating this clay with green of peace - Iolo Aneurin Williams "From a Flemish Graveyard"
And watch a lark in heaven stand - Iolo Aneurin Williams "From a Flemish Graveyard"
Traveller, turn a mournful eye - Iolo Aneurin Williams "A Monument (After an Ancient Fashion)"
How history does not wash away - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"
Makes a needle and thread of itself - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"
Born with grief and gratitude - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"
Building joy from absolutely nothing - L. Ash Williams "Red Wine Spills"
Stood and loved you while you slept - Miller Williams "A Poem for Emily"
And to his way committed him - N.P. Willis "The Shunamite"
As if death had no power to touch him - N.P. Willis "The Shunamite"
A night filled with pinpricks instead of stars - Rin Willis "After the Wolf"
Look at the sky and remember different stars - Rin Willis "After the Wolf"
Mischief deep in ambush lay - Zavarr Wilmshurst "Love and Mischief"
Fall into the day - Eliot Khalil Wilson "While Waiting for the Bus"
Their accomplished joy - Eliot Khalil Wilson "While Waiting for the Bus"
Under the noise of hours - Eliot Khalil Wilson "While Waiting for the Bus"
Cradled near the setting sun - John Wilson "The Evening Cloud"
Crimson tinged its braided snow - John Wilson "The Evening Cloud"
Kept my life in a small room - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"
Could not pay the price of their redemption - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"
Around corners and over horizons - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"
Brought premonitions and resistance - Kirk Wilson "Gifts"
Leaden saints all in a ring - J.L. Wing "Louis Onze"
Blind as a thread of water - Yvor Winters "The Moonlight"
His eyes a web of sleep - Yvor Winters "The Moonlight"
Shakes the wide domains of air - William Henry Withrow "Cloud Castles"
The oak flings largesse to the beggar breeze - William Henry Withrow "October"
The strange portent of the prophet's bush - William Henry Withrow "October"
Like a ship safe at anchor - Kate Wolf "Safe at Anchor"
The struggling moonbeam's misty light - Charles Wolfe "The Burial of Sir John Moore"
Half our heavy task was undone - Charles Wolfe "The Burial of Sir John Moore"
Marking off paths between fireflies - Cecilia Woloch "Slow Children at Play"
Something buoyed, something sun knocked - Jane Wong "The Waiting"
A crumpled shock of joy - Jane Wong "The Waiting"
On a path already made firm - Janet Wong "Walking to Temple"
Bits of dream fluff and heart dust - Janet S. Wong "Breath"
Shards of broken thoughts - Janet S. Wong "Breath"
To dry out her heart - Janet S. Wong "Cobra"
Somewhere to rest the weight of yourself - Janet S. Wong "Low Crow"
Kept a scrapbook of ghost stories - Jennifer Wong "Calling the dead"
Myths of the land of the missing - Jennifer Wong "Calling the dead"
Full his dreaming gaze - George Edward Woodberry "St. John and the Faun"
Hung on time's blossoming stem - George Edward Woodberry "St. John and the Faun"
Flow onward in a sadder guise - Miss H.J. Woodman "The Maiden's Burial"
Give back the precious dust - Miss H.J. Woodman "The Maiden's Burial"
Stemming oblivion's torrent - Miss J. Woodman "Stanzas Suggested by Gliddon's Lectures on the Antiquities of Egypt" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]
That long had slumbered with forgotten things - Miss J. Woodman "Stanzas Suggested by Gliddon's Lectures on the Antiquities of Egypt" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]
With a magic key unlocked the store of ages - Miss J. Woodman "Stanzas Suggested by Gliddon's Lectures on the Antiquities of Egypt" [The Knickerbocker Jan. 1844]
Simple truth his utmost skill - Sir Henry Wotton "The Happy Life"
Whose armor is his honest thought - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"
Public fame or private breath - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"
How deepest wounds are given by praise - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"
His life from rumors freed - Sir N. Wotton "Character of a Happy Life"
What resides behind your eyes - J. Deery Wray "Eidetic"
Waxy orbs bereft of shine - J. Deery Wray "Eidetic"
Memories once yours are now mine - J. Deery Wray "Eidetic"
Lost voice carried over the winds - Tobias Wray "The Last Orgasm"
Last ashes of satisfaction - Tobias Wray "The Last Orgasm"
One last starry daffodil excess - Tobias Wray "The Last Orgasm"
Think not lightly of its knell - John Elwin Wrench "A few lines against the opening of the Crystal Palace on the Sabbath day"
Come to banish wracking pain - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]
Two nights I wooed in vain - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]
Life in stone bound fast - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]
Oblivion of the Present, Future, Past - Farnsworth Wright writing as Francis Hard "After Two Nights of the Ear-ache" [Weird Tales, Oct. 1937]
Blurry headlights athwart wet asphalt - K. Ceres Wright "Mission: Accomplished"
White angels of surprise - R. Walter Wright "Easter Morn"
A flame in a thrown bottle - Gail Wronsky "The Moon Is in Labor"
The cup that wakes these memories - Wu Chun "Song of Spring" transl. by Burton Watson
Across the river with white waves rising - Emperor Wu-ti "The Autumn Wind" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Flute and drum and rowers' song - Emperor Wu-ti "The Autumn Wind" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
My heart is sad and will not dance - Emperor Wu-ti "The Autumn Wind" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
At the edge of Never - Mark Wunderlich "Gone Is Gone"
Leaving the ancient, the angry and the slow - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"
Having run out his luck in the West - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"
Effaced from marble by acid rain - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"
I teach above the stars to fly - Wyat "Virtue" [The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.13, no.365, 11 April 1829]
The salt-chased seas uncurled - Edith Wyatt "Sympathy"
As one within a moated tower - Edith Wyatt "Sympathy"
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