We live, while we see the sun, 646

We must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire, 1192
We sat at the hut of the fisher, 893

We that with like hearts love, we lovers twain, 721

We think to create festivals, 652

Weep, ah weep love's losing, love's with its dwellingplace, 80
Weep for me, friends, for now that I am hence, 98

Weep not, beloved friends! nor let the air, 594

Weep! Weep! Weep!, 106

Weeping and wakeful all the night I lie, 329

Well, I would have it so, I should have known, 733
Well pleaseth me the sweet time of Easter, 659

Wharton! the scorn and wonder of our days, 1089

What am I to do with my Sister?, 35

What celebration should there be?, 410

What could he know of sky and stars, or heavens all-hidden like, 146
What from the founder Aesop fell, 430

What has this bugbear Death to frighten man, 361

What ho! my shepherds, sweet it were, 309

What is it so transforms the boulevard?, 815
What is life if, full of care, 1173

What is the name of King Ringang's daughter?, 900

What makes a happy life, dear friend, 439

What makes my bed seem hard, seeing it is soft, 420

What man is he that yearneth, 276

What more? Where is the third Calixt, 700

What should be said of him cannot be said; 585

What sin was mine, sweet, silent boy-god, Sleep, 443
What slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odors, 402

What time I see you passing by, 614

What voice, what harp, are those we hear, 837
Whatever good is naturally done, 546

What's my sweetheart?-A laundress is she, 915
When, 46

When a sighing begins, 790

When, forehead full of torments hot and red, 797
When from afar these mountain tops I view, 706

When God had finished Master Messerin, 498
When I am dead, my dearest, 1161

When I behold Becchina in a rage, 547

When I consider how my light is spent, 1068
When I do count the clock that tells the time, 1031
When I have fears that I may cease to be, 1144
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced, 1034
When I was marked for suffering, Love forswore, 638
When icicles hang by the wall, 1040

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, 1032

When in the chronicle of wasted time, 1037

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed, 1237

When Love with unconfined wings, 1071

When lovely woman stoops to folly, 1100

When storms blow loud, 't is sweet to watch at ease, 358

When the crop is fair in the olive-yard, 774

When the dawn comes, 45

When evening comes, 38

When the fields catch flower, 663

When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, 1165

When the night goes hence, 923

When the prime mover of my many sighs, 585

When the roses wonder open at morn, 923

When the yellow bird's note was almost stopped, 27

When these graven lines you see, 336

When thou must home to shades of underground, 416

When thou to my true-love com'st, 827

When to my lone soft bed at eve returning, 724
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, 1032

When two who love are parted, 896

When waves invade the yellowing wheat, 1004

When winds that move not its calm surface sweep, 325
When with eyes closed as in an opium dream, 765

When with May the air is sweet, 824

When you are old, and gray, and full of sleep, 1189

When you are very old, at evening, 714

When young hearts break with passion, 896

When as in silks my Julia goes, 1054

Whence come you, all of you so sorrowful?, 532

Whene'er I look into your eyes, 896

Whenever he observes me purchasing, 441

Where are the bay-leaves, Thestylis, and the charms?, 293

Where is my ruined life, and where the fame, 153

Where is the home for me?, 281

Where lies the land to which the ships would go?, 1158

Where long the shadows of the wind had rolled, 1252

Where the bee sucks, there suck I; 1044

Whether day my spirit's yearning, 847

While my hair was still but straight across my forehead, 22
While yet the grapes were green, thou didst refuse me, 331
Whirl up, sea-, 1264

Whilst human kind, 353

White in the moon the long road lies, 1170

White is the sail and lonely, 1003

Whither is thy beloved gone, O thou fairest among women?, 197
Whither shall I, the fair maiden, flee from Sorrow?, 995

Who can support the anguish of love?, 99

Who is she coming, whom all gaze upon, 501

Who is this I hear? Lo, this is I, thine heart, 704

Who owns these cattle, Corydon? Philondas? Prythee say, 298

Who shall understand the mysteries of Thy creations? 209

Who was it, tell me that first of men reckon'd, 874

Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm, 1048

Whoever hath washed his hands of living, 145
Whoever weeps somewhere out in the world, 938
Whoever without money is in love, 550

Why from the danger did mine eyes not start, 506
Why, if Becchina's heart were diamond, 546

Why should a foolish marriage vow, 1077

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?, 1069

Why wait we for the torches' lights?, 256

Wild pigeon of the leaves, 101

Will ye that I should sing, 686

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, 1049

Wind from the east, oh Lapwing of the day, 155
Wind themselves around my lance severe, 931

Winter has at last come, 47

Winter, is passing, and the bells, 771

Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!, 1113

Wise to have gone so early to reward, 105
With a rod no man alive, 821

With blackest moss the flower-pots, 1147

With courage seek the kingdom of the dead; 340
With elbow buried in the downy pillow, 758

With heart at rest I climbed the citadel's, 764

With hearts of poor men it is so; 797

With other women I beheld my love; 501

With reeds and bird-lime from the desert air, 338
With rue my heart is laden, 1169

With the shrewd and upright man, 59

With your fair eyes a charming light I see, 580
Within a copse I met a shepherd-maid, 507

Within the covert of a shady grove, 349

Within the gentle heart Love shelters him, 474

Within the sand of what far river lies, 709

Wonderful are thy works, as my soul overwhelmingly knoweth, 206
Woo not the world too rashly, for behold, 99

Would I might go far over sea, 663

Would that my father had taught me the craft of a keeper of
sheep, 325

Wretched Catullus, play the fool no more: 365

Ye banks and braes, and streams around, 1104

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, 425

Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, 1106

Ye graceful peasant-girls and mountain-maids, 569

Ye ladies, walking past me piteous-eyed, 533

Ye mariners of Spain, 624

Ye mountain valleys, pitifully groan!, 321

Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove, 254
Yea, let me praise my lady, whom I love; 472
Yellow butterflies, 1211

Yes! hope may with my strong desire keep pace, 584
Yes! that fair neck, too beautiful by half, 708

Yes, we love this land together, 986

Yet Chloe sure was form'd without a spot, 1090

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, 1062

Yet one more hour, then comes the night; 908

Yonder great shadow-that blot on the passionate glare, 222
You are the millions, we are the multitude, 1017

You give your cheeks a rosy stain, 340

You have coats and robes, 3

You said to me; But I will be your comrade, 804

You shun me, Chloe, wild and shy, 406

You told me, Maro, whilst you live, 439

Young men dancing, and the old, 271

Your soul is a sealed garden, and there go, 788

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