White as a white sail on a dusky sea (Island, Canto IV.), v. 626

Who hath not glowed above the page where Fame (Poems 1814-1816), iii. 415

Who killed John Keats? (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), [vii. 76]

Who would not laugh, if Lawrence, hired to grace (Hints from Horace), i. 389

Why, how now, saucy Tom? (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), [vii. 74]

Why, Pigot, complain? (Hours of Idleness), i. 53

Why should my anxious breast repine? (Hours of Idleness), i. 220

With Death doomed to grapple (Jeux d'Esprit, etc.), [vii. 64]

Without a stone to mark the spot (Poems 1809-1813), iii. 30

Woman! Experience might have told me (Hours of Idleness), i. 43