Parnassus

When biting Boreas, fell and doure
Whence is it that the air so sudden clears
When Chapman billies leave the street
When coldness wraps this suffering clay
When daisies pied and violets blue
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought

When first thou didst entice to thee my heart

When Flora with her fragrant flowers.

When God at first made man

When I a verse shall make

When I consider how my light is spent

When I do count the clock that tells the time

When I love as some have told.

When Love with uncontinèd wings

When Music, heavenly maid, was young.

When spring to woods and wastes around

When the British warrior queen

Ye sigh not when the sun his course fulfilled.

When the moon is on the wave

When the radiant morn of creation broke

When we in our viciousness grow hard
When whispering strains with creeping wind.
When wise Minerva still was young

When with the virgin morning thou dost rise.
Where dost thou careless lie.

Where have ye been, ye ill woman?

Where is Timarchus gone?

Where like a pillow on a bed

Where the bee sucks, there suck I

Where the remote Bermudas ride

Which I wish to remark.

While from the purpling east departs

While malice, Pope, denies thy page

Whither midst falling dew.

Who counts himself as nobly born

Who can divine what impulses from God

Who is the happy warrior

Who is the honest man

Whose are the gilded tents that crowd the way

Whoso him bethoft

Why fearest thou the outward foe

Willie stands in his stable door.

Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day
Winstanley's deed, you kindly folk

Within my ears resounds that ancient song

Within the mind strong fancies work
With joys unknown, with sadness unconfessed
With naked foot and sackcloth vest.
With sacrifice before the rising morn
Woof of the fen, ethereal gauze
Would wisdom for herself be wooed

Ye banks and braes of bonnie Doon

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
Ye mariners of England

Ye scattered birds that faintly sing

Yes, I answered you last night