Страница - 85- Under a spreading chestnut tree, [25]
- Up from the meadows rich with corn, [96]
- Up from the South at break of day, [68]
- Way down upon de Swanee ribber, [137]
- Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower, [94]
- Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie, [92]
- Wee Willie Winkie rins through the town, [13]
- We were crowded in the cabin, [23]
- Whatever brawls disturb the street, [20]
- What is so rare as a day in June, [217]
- What is the voice I hear, [335]
- What was he doing, the great god Pan, [275]
- When cats run home and light is come, [40]
- When earth’s last picture is painted, [285]
- When George the Third was reigning, a hundred years ago, [236]
- When I consider how my light is spent, [304]
- When Letty had scarce pass’d her third glad year, [115]
- Where the pools are bright and deep, [50]
- Wild was the night, yet a wilder night, [131]
- Winds of the world, give answer, [337]
- Woodman, spare that tree, [222]
- Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night, [16]
- Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon, [265]
- “You are old, Father William,” the young man said, [33]
- You know, we French storm’d Ratisbon, [43]