WHENE'ER............2 Whene'er she thought of Stephen Hill. The Thorn Whene'er you look on it, 'tis plain The Thorn
WHERE..............40 Water, water every where Ancyent Marinere II Water, water every where, Ancyent Marinere II Jet-black and bare, save where with rust Ancyent Marinere III And no where did abide: Ancyent Marinere IV But where the ship's huge shadow lay, Ancyent Marinere IV Where they were wont to do: Ancyent Marinere V "Where are those lights so many and fair Ancyent Marinere VII Upon the whirl, where sank the Ship, Ancyent Marinere VII And pray'd where he did sit. Ancyent Marinere VII I know the place where LEWTI lies, Lewti All but the bed where his old body lay, Female Vagrant We sought a home where we uninjured might abide. Female Vagrant Or in the streets and walks where proud men are, Female Vagrant Where looks inhuman dwelt on festering heaps! Female Vagrant To loathsome vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd, Female Vagrant Was best, could I but shun the spot where man might come. Female Vagrant I lay, where with his drowsy mates, the cock Female Vagrant Of looks where common kindness had no part, Female Vagrant Came, where beneath the trees a faggot blazed; Female Vagrant Where my poor heart lost all its fortitude: Female Vagrant Yet, meet him where you will, you see Simon Lee "And where are they, I pray you tell?" We Are Seven Where oft the stormy winter gale The Thorn But never, never any where, The Thorn -- Where art thou gone my own dear child? Mad Mother He shouts from nobody knows where; Idiot Boy Where by the week he doth abide, Idiot Boy 'Twas Johnny, Johnny, every where. Idiot Boy "Where he will stay till he is dead; Idiot Boy Where is she, where is Betty Foy? Idiot Boy Where is she, where is Betty Foy? Idiot Boy She is uneasy every where: Idiot Boy She pats the pony, where or when Idiot Boy "Where all this long night you have been, Idiot Boy "Where are your books? that light bequeath'd Expostulation To the cell where the convict is laid. Convict "Would plant thee where yet thou might'st blossom again." Convict Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire Tintern Abbey Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all Tintern Abbey If I should be, where I no more can hear Tintern Abbey
WHERE'ER............1 "Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Expostulation
WHERE'S.............1 "Oh Doctor! Doctor! where's my Johnny?" Idiot Boy
WHEREFORE..........10 "Now wherefore stoppest me? Ancyent Marinere I "Now wherefore thus, by day and night, The Thorn "And wherefore does she cry? -- The Thorn "Oh wherefore" wherefore? tell me why The Thorn "Oh wherefore" wherefore? tell me why The Thorn "But wherefore to the mountain-top The Thorn "What ails you? Wherefore weep you so?" Last of the Flock But wherefore set upon a saddle Idiot Boy " -- Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Expostulation Then wherefore should I fear to die? Forsaken Indian
WHEREOF.............1 Whereof to buy us bread:" Last of the Flock
WHEREVER............1 Wherever nature led; more like a man Tintern Abbey
WHETHER.............2 Whether he be in joy or pain, Idiot Boy Whether in cunning or in joy, Idiot Boy
WHICH..............55 Are th[e]se her naked ribs, which fleck'd Ancyent Marinere III The look with which they look'd on me, Ancyent Marinere IV "For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make Ancyent Marinere V "If he may know which way to go, Ancyent Marinere VI The pang, the curse with which they died, Ancyent Marinere VI Which slopes down to the Sea. Ancyent Marinere VII Which sky and ocean smote: Ancyent Marinere VII Which forc'd me to begin my tale Ancyent Marinere VII Which biddeth me to prayer. Ancyent Marinere VII Which props the hanging wall of the old chapel? Foster-Mother Which brought this judgment: so the youth was seized Foster-Mother Which he has never used; that thought with him Yew-Tree near Esthwaite The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Which the great lord inhabits not: and so Nightingale I read, and loved the books in which I read; Female Vagrant The staff I yet remember which upbore Female Vagrant With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd; Female Vagrant The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd. Female Vagrant And tears that flowed for ills which patience could not heal. Female Vagrant Ravage was made, for which no knell was heard. Female Vagrant There, pains which nature could no more support, Female Vagrant Of many things which never troubled me; Female Vagrant And groans, which, as they said, would make a dead man start. Female Vagrant Of that perpetual weight which on her spirit lay. Female Vagrant Which seems a sense of joy to yield Lines near my House Which they shall long obey; Lines near my House At which his heart rejoices; Simon Lee Which they can do between them. Simon Lee Which they can till no longer? Simon Lee At which the poor old man so long Simon Lee "My little boy, which like you more," Anecdote for Fathers But the least motion which they made, Lines in Early Spring Which close beside the thorn you see, The Thorn And that same pond of which I spoke, The Thorn The spot to which she goes; The Thorn Which is a little step beyond, The Thorn The thorn which I've described to you, The Thorn Which is a little step beyond, The Thorn The pretty flock which I had reared Last of the Flock Which Betty well could understand. Idiot Boy On which her idiot boy must ride, Idiot Boy Which she to Susan will not tell. Idiot Boy Which they must both for ever rue. Idiot Boy Which way to turn she cannot tell. Idiot Boy Which thunders down with headlong force, Idiot Boy "Which of themselves our minds impress. Expostulation Sweet is the lore which nature brings; Tables Turned That patience now doth seem a thing, of which Old Man Travelling The water which beside it stood; Forsaken Indian Which on a wild secluded scene impress Tintern Abbey Which, at this season, with their unripe fruits, Tintern Abbey In which the burthen of the mystery, Tintern Abbey In which the heavy and the weary weight Tintern Abbey In which the affections gently lead us on, Tintern Abbey Our chearful faith that all which we behold Tintern Abbey
