WELL-NIGH...........1 That the wall tottered, and had well-nigh fallen Foster-Mother
WEND................1 While our four travelers homeward wend; Idiot Boy
WENT...............16 Went down into the Sea. Ancyent Marinere I Went down into the Sea. Ancyent Marinere II The moving Moon went up the sky Ancyent Marinere IV Slowly and smoothly went the ship Ancyent Marinere V The Ship went down like lead. Ancyent Marinere VII His eyes went to and fro, Ancyent Marinere VII He went, like one that hath been stunn'd Ancyent Marinere VII He went on ship-board Foster-Mother Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain, Foster-Mother Went forth pure in his heart, against the taint Yew-Tree near Esthwaite He went complaining all the morrow Goody Blake "And then she went away. We Are Seven Unthinking Stephen went -- The Thorn I went my work about. Last of the Flock And, grumbling, he went back to bed. Idiot Boy Too soon, my friends, you went away; Forsaken Indian
WEPT................2 Like one revived, upon his neck I wept, Female Vagrant She wept; -- because she had no more to say Female Vagrant
WERE...............63 And an it were a Christian Soul, Ancyent Marinere I We were the first that ever burst Ancyent Marinere II And some in dreams assured were Ancyent Marinere II As they were drinking all. Ancyent Marinere III His bones were black with many a crack, Ancyent Marinere III And the Twain were playing dice; Ancyent Marinere III And the dead were at my feet. Ancyent Marinere IV I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew Ancyent Marinere V My lips were wet, my throat was cold, Ancyent Marinere V My garments all were dank; Ancyent Marinere V That were so thin and sere. Ancyent Marinere V Where they were wont to do: Ancyent Marinere V We were a ghastly crew. Ancyent Marinere V I woke, and we were sailing on Ancyent Marinere VI Full many shapes, that shadows were, Ancyent Marinere VI Those dark-red shadows were; Ancyent Marinere VI Full many shapes, that shadows were, Ancyent Marinere VI Those crimson shadows were: Ancyent Marinere VI "Unless perchance it were Ancyent Marinere VII And whistled, as he were a bird himself: Foster-Mother How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah, Foster-Mother As he were fearful, that an April night Nightingale I would, it were your true delight Lewti Supplied, to him were more than mines of gold. Female Vagrant In such dismay my prayers and tears were vain: Female Vagrant But from delay the summer calms were past. Female Vagrant The rude earth's tenants, were my first relief: Female Vagrant Were not for me, brought up on nothing ill; Female Vagrant Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were brooding still. Female Vagrant His cheeks were red as ruddy clover, Goody Blake Her evenings then were dull and dead; Goody Blake When her old bones were cold and chill, Goody Blake And blankets were about him pinn'd; Goody Blake The tears into his eyes were brought, Simon Lee Her eyes were fair, and very fair, We Are Seven So close, you'd say that they were bent The Thorn All colours that were ever seen, The Thorn While yet the summer-leaves were green, The Thorn Her looks were calm, her senses clear. The Thorn For many a time and oft were heard The Thorn Some plainly living voices were, The Thorn Were voices of the dead: The Thorn His cheeks with tears were wet. Last of the Flock And they were healthy with their food; Last of the Flock Till thirty were not left alive Last of the Flock I wished they all were gone: Last of the Flock Or else she were alone; Mad Mother And then! his words were not a few, Idiot Boy That till full fifty yards were gone, Idiot Boy Her life and soul were buried. Idiot Boy As careless as if nothing were, Idiot Boy By this the stars were almost gone, Idiot Boy Though yet their tongues were still. Idiot Boy For while they all were travelling home, Idiot Boy "As if you were her first-born birth, Expostulation The stars they were among my dreams; Forsaken Indian When you were gone my limbs were stronger, Forsaken Indian When you were gone my limbs were stronger, Forsaken Indian My friends, when you were gone away. Forsaken Indian "My care, if the arm of the mighty were mine, Convict Their colours and their forms, were then to me Tintern Abbey If I were not thus taught, should I the more Tintern Abbey And this green pastoral landscape, were to me Tintern Abbey
