When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean, [88].
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, [12].
Where cross the crowded ways of life, [76].
Where'er I look one Face alone I see, [232].
Whether we climb, whether we plod, [13].
Whichever way the wind doth blow, [108].
While I sought happiness she fled, [49].
While thus to love he gave his days, [13].
Who bides his time, and day by day, [105].
Who counts himself as nobly born, [35].