WEST................3 Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Nightingale While, facing thus the crimson west, Near Richmond The glory of evening was spread through the west; Convict
WESTERN.............3 The western wave was all a flame, Ancyent Marinere III Almost upon the western wave Ancyent Marinere III We reached the western world, a poor, devoted crew. Female Vagrant
WET.................3 My lips were wet, my throat was cold, Ancyent Marinere V Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye Foster-Mother His cheeks with tears were wet. Last of the Flock
WHAT...............71 Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks Ancyent Marinere II "What makes that ship drive on so fast? Ancyent Marinere VI "What is the Ocean doing? Ancyent Marinere VI Of what might else be seen. Ancyent Marinere VI O Christ! what saw I there? Ancyent Marinere VI "What manner of man art thou? Ancyent Marinere VII What loud uproar bursts from that door! Ancyent Marinere VII 'Tis more like heaven to come than what has been. Foster-Mother And what became of him? Foster-Mother Far from all human dwelling: what if here Yew-Tree near Esthwaite What if these barren boughs the bee not loves; Yew-Tree near Esthwaite What he must never feel: and so, lost man! Yew-Tree near Esthwaite What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Nightingale One field, a flock, and what the neighboring flood Female Vagrant Can I forget what charms did once adorn Female Vagrant What tears of bitter grief till then unknown! Female Vagrant What tender vows our last sad kiss delayed! Female Vagrant What could I do, unaided and unblest? Female Vagrant On hazard, or what general bounty yields, Female Vagrant But, what afflicts my peace with keenest ruth Female Vagrant What is't that ails young Harry Gill? Goody Blake Young Harry heard what she had said, Goody Blake And then, what limbs those feats have left Simon Lee And does what Simon cannot do; Simon Lee But what avails the land to them, Simon Lee What more I have to say is short, Simon Lee Of what from thee I learn. Anecdote for Fathers What should it know of death? We Are Seven What man has made of man. Lines in Early Spring What man has made of man? Lines in Early Spring Ah me! what lovely tints are there! The Thorn For what became of this poor child The Thorn "What ails you? Wherefore weep you so?" Last of the Flock They cried, "what to the poor is due?" Last of the Flock Most innocent, perhaps -- and what if guilty? Dungeon And what if my poor cheek be brown? Mad Mother What wicked looks are those I see? Mad Mother What means this bustle, Betty Foy? Idiot Boy But, Betty! what has he to do Idiot Boy But when she hears what you have done, Idiot Boy For what she ails they cannot guess. Idiot Boy What must be done? what will betide? Idiot Boy What must be done? what will betide? Idiot Boy Both what to follow, what to shun, Idiot Boy Both what to follow, what to shun, Idiot Boy What to do, and what to leave undone, Idiot Boy What to do, and what to leave undone, Idiot Boy What hope it sends to Betty's heart! Idiot Boy What he has got upon his back. Idiot Boy What comfort Johnny soon will bring, Idiot Boy "What can I do?" says Betty, going, Idiot Boy "What can I do to ease your pain? Idiot Boy "Oh saints! what is become of him? Idiot Boy "I'm here, what is't you want with me?" Idiot Boy "What, woman! should I know of him?" Idiot Boy "Oh! what a wretched mother I!" Idiot Boy What Johnny and his horse are doing! Idiot Boy What they've been doing all this time, Idiot Boy But half of what to him befel, Idiot Boy "Alas! what is become of them? Idiot Boy "What you have heard, what you have seen, Idiot Boy "What you have heard, what you have seen, Idiot Boy And what if he must die in sorrow! Near Richmond With envy, what the old man hardly feels. Old Man Travelling -- I asked him whither he was bound, and what Old Man Travelling Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first Tintern Abbey What then I was. The sounding cataract Tintern Abbey Of eye and ear, both what they half-create, Tintern Abbey And what perceive; well pleased to recognize Tintern Abbey May I behold in thee what I was once, Tintern Abbey Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Tintern Abbey
