WHAT'S..............6 Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter? Goody Blake Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter? Goody Blake "But what's the thorn? and what's the pond? The Thorn "But what's the thorn? and what's the pond? The Thorn "And what's the hill of moss to her? The Thorn "And what's the creeping breeze that comes The Thorn
WHATE'ER............3 Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold: Female Vagrant I cannot think, whate'er they say, The Thorn "Come home again, whate'er befal, Idiot Boy
WHATEVER............2 "Whatever star is in the skies, The Thorn "Whatever wind may blow?" The Thorn
WHEEL...............1 The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel, Female Vagrant
WHEN...............76 When that strange shape drove suddenly Ancyent Marinere III And when they rear'd, the elfish light Ancyent Marinere IV And when I awoke it rain'd. Ancyent Marinere V "When the Marinere's trance is abated. Ancyent Marinere VI "When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow, Ancyent Marinere VII When you two little ones would stand at eve Foster-Mother The boy loved him -- and, when the Friar taught him, Foster-Mother Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain, Foster-Mother When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs Nightingale The evening star: and once when he awoke Nightingale When, LEWTI! on my couch I lie, Lewti When silent night has clos'd her eyes -- Lewti My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold Female Vagrant The swans, that when I sought the water-side, Female Vagrant When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire; Female Vagrant When market-morning came, the neat attire Female Vagrant When stranger passed, so often I have check'd; Female Vagrant But, when he had refused the proffered gold, Female Vagrant When from the last hill-top, my sire surveyed, Female Vagrant That when I loved him not I cannot say. Female Vagrant When we began to tire of childish play Female Vagrant When sad distress reduced the children's meal: Female Vagrant When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape, Female Vagrant A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast Female Vagrant In depth of forest glade, when jocund June Female Vagrant 'Twas well enough when summer came, Goody Blake But when the ice our streams did fetter, Goody Blake Oh joy for her! when e'er in winter Goody Blake Now, when the frost was past enduring, Goody Blake When her old bones were cold and chill, Goody Blake Right glad was he when he beheld her: Goody Blake When with her load she turned about, Goody Blake When he was young he little knew Simon Lee For when the chiming hounds are out, Simon Lee Enclosed when he was stronger; Simon Lee My pleasant home, when spring began, Anecdote for Fathers A day it was when I could bear Anecdote for Fathers "When it is light and fair, We Are Seven "And when the ground was white with snow, We Are Seven In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Lines in Early Spring The mountain when to cross. The Thorn When the blue day-light's in the skies, The Thorn And when the whirlwind's on the hill, The Thorn "When the blue day-light's in the sky, The Thorn "Or when the whirlwind's on the hill, The Thorn Approach the spot when she is there. The Thorn Perhaps when you are at the place The Thorn Last Christmas when we talked of this, The Thorn And when at last, her time drew near, The Thorn And all that winter, when at night The Thorn When to this country first I came, The Thorn And when the little breezes make The Thorn When she was on the mountain high, The Thorn When all the stars shone clear and bright, The Thorn When I was young, a single man, Last of the Flock And I am happy when I sing Mad Mother When o'er the sea-rock's edge we go; Mad Mother Nor leaping torrents when they howl; Mad Mother But when she hears what you have done, Idiot Boy But when the pony moved his legs, Idiot Boy And when he thinks his pace is slack; Idiot Boy She pats the pony, where or when Idiot Boy She took the reins, when this was said, Idiot Boy When life was sweet I knew not why, Expostulation When I was well, I wished to live, Forsaken Indian When you were gone my limbs were stronger, Forsaken Indian My friends, when you were gone away. Forsaken Indian When from my arms my babe they took, Forsaken Indian When from the dark synod, or blood-reeking field, Convict When his fetters at night have so press'd on his limbs, Convict The day is come when I again repose Tintern Abbey Of joyless day-light; when the fretful stir Tintern Abbey Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first Tintern Abbey I came among these hills; when like a roe Tintern Abbey When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Tintern Abbey Into a sober pleasure, when thy mind Tintern Abbey
