War and the great in War let others sing,
War is a game which, were their subjects wise,
Weeping and wailing, care, and other sorrow
Weep no more, lady, weep no more.
Weep no more, nor sigh nor groan
We fail! but screw your courage-
We need not bid, for cloistered cell

We sat down and wept by the waters,

We watched her breathing through the night,
What are fears, but voices airy?

What bird so sings, yet so does wail?

What boots it thy virtue-

What dire offence from amorous causes springs

What I saw was not for words to speak-

What is eau-de-Cologne to the sweet breath of fame?

What is grandeur, what is power?

What is lighter than the dust, I pray?

What makes all doctrines plain and clear?

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do

What though my winged hours of bliss

What though the field be lost, all is not lost,

When all Thy mercies, O my God!

When civil dudgeon first grew high.

When Adam delved and Eve span

When by its magic lantern spleen

When chapman billies leave the street,

When coldness wraps this suffering clay,

Whene'er a noble deed is wrought,

When first I attempted your passion to move

When gazing up into the evening sky,

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When icicles hang by the wall,

When griping grief the heart doth wound,

When her delicate feet in the dance twinkle round,

When I consider how my light is spent

When I loved you I can't but allow.

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
When kindness had his wants supplied
When life as opening buds is sweet,

When love could teach a monarch to be wise
When Love with unconfin-ed wings.
When Pope can in one couplet fix
When spring unlocks the flowers,
When thou hast spent the lingering day,

When with a Reaumur's skill thy curious mind
Where does the good God find all the days?
Where the bee sucks,

While, chance, some scattered water-lily sails

While gazing on the moon's light,
Whither went the lovely hoyden?

Who complains his fate's amiss

Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time
Whoe'er she be, that not impossible she
Who is Silvia? what is she?

Who now reads Cowley? If he pleases yet,
Who shall decide when doctors disagree
Who steals my purse steals trash

Why affectation, why this mock grimace,
Why little charmer of the air

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?

With thee conversing I forget all time

Witness this weighty book, in which appears
Words are the daughters of Earth,
Wouldst thou hear what man can say

Years following years steal something every day
Ye banks and braes and streams around
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,

Ye fearful saints fresh courage take,

Ye flowery banks of bonnie Doon

Ye Mariners of England!

You knew, who knew not Astrophill.
You meaner beauties of the night
You soft winds so clear

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