Vain world, what is in thee?, 154 Victorious men of earth, no more, 51 We count the broken lyres that rest, 382 Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flower, 178 Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, 33 Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find, 81 We saw and wooed each other’s eyes, 63 We watched her breathing through the night, 315 What beckoning ghost, along the moonlight shade, 204 What constitutes a State?, 174 What Greece, when learning flourished, only knew, 96 What is the existence of man’s life, 128 What is the world? tell, worldling, if thou know it, 8 What voice did on my spirit fall, 293 When Britain first at Heaven’s command, 168 When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never, 134 When first mine eyes did view and mark, 17 When I behold thee, blameless Williamson, 198 When in the woods I wander all alone, 248 When Love with unconfinèd wings, 106 When my mother died I was very young, 304 When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame, 193 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought, 29 Where dost thou careless lie, 39 Where, where are now the great reports, 9 While that the sun with his beams hot, 19 While the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, 253 Whither, midst falling dew, 344 Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush, 229 Ye banks and braes and streams around, 208 Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon, 188 Ye clouds! that far above me float and pause, 280 Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, 142 You meaner beauties of the night, 102 You that do search for every purling spring, 27 LONDON: PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE AND PARLIAMENT STREET