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WHO'S...............1 Who's yon, that, near the waterfall, Idiot Boy
WHOE'ER.............1 Now blessings on the man, whoe'er he be, Foster-Mother
WHOLE...............3 Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song Nightingale Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit. Female Vagrant Through his whole body something ran, Forsaken Indian
WHOLLY..............2 It is the moss, that wholly hides Ancyent Marinere VII Then the cloud was wholly bright, Lewti
WHOM...............13 I never saw the man whom you describe. Foster-Mother There was a youth whom I had loved so long, Female Vagrant And her whom he had loved in joy, he said Female Vagrant Him whom you love, your idiot boy? Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy? Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy. Idiot Boy Ye muses! whom I love so well. Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy. Idiot Boy 'Tis he whom you so long have lost, Idiot Boy He whom you love, your idiot boy. Idiot Boy Him whom she loves, her idiot boy, Idiot Boy To settled quiet: he is one by whom Old Man Travelling All effort seems forgotten, one to whom Old Man Travelling
WHOOPS..............1 "And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below Ancyent Marinere VII
WHOSE..............11 The Marinere, whose eye is bright, Ancyent Marinere VII Whose beard with age is hoar, Ancyent Marinere VII Would he forget those beings, to whose minds, Yew-Tree near Esthwaite If thou be one whose heart the holy forms Yew-Tree near Esthwaite Is in its infancy. The man, whose eye Yew-Tree near Esthwaite -- But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd Nightingale Whose dewy leafits are but half disclos'd, Nightingale My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire, Female Vagrant With tears whose course no effort could confine, Female Vagrant "But one, whose first wish is the wish to be good, Convict Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, Tintern Abbey
WHY................24 "Why look'st thou so?" -- with my cross bow Ancyent Marinere I "But why drives on that ship so fast Ancyent Marinere VI "Why, this is strange, I trow! Ancyent Marinere VII And knew not why. My happy father died Female Vagrant "Now, little Edward, say why so; Anecdote for Fathers My little Edward, tell me why;" Anecdote for Fathers "Why this is strange," said I. Anecdote for Fathers "Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm Anecdote for Fathers Why, Edward, tell me why?" Anecdote for Fathers Why, Edward, tell me why?" Anecdote for Fathers "And that's the reason why." Anecdote for Fathers "And why sits she beside the thorn The Thorn "Oh wherefore" wherefore? tell me why The Thorn -- Why bustle thus about your door, Idiot Boy Why are you in this mighty fret? Idiot Boy And why on horseback have you set Idiot Boy Why will ye thus my suit repel? Idiot Boy Why of your further aid bereave me? Idiot Boy Why stand you thus Good Betty Foy? Idiot Boy "Why William, on that old grey stone, Expostulation "Why William, sit you thus alone, Expostulation When life was sweet I knew not why, Expostulation Why all this toil and trouble? Tables Turned And asks of me why I am here. Convict
WICKED..............5 A wicked whisper came and made Ancyent Marinere IV To wicked deeds I was inclined, Last of the Flock And wicked fancies cross'd my mind, Last of the Flock What wicked looks are those I see? Mad Mother "Or him that wicked pony's carried Idiot Boy
WIDE...............13 The bridegroom's doors are open'd wide Ancyent Marinere I Alone on the wide wide Sea; Ancyent Marinere IV Alone on the wide wide Sea; Ancyent Marinere IV A river steep and wide. Ancyent Marinere V Alone on a wide wide sea: Ancyent Marinere VII Alone on a wide wide sea: Ancyent Marinere VII In wood and thicket over the wide grove Nightingale 'Tis three feet long, and two feet wide. The Thorn To view the ocean wide and bright, The Thorn Through hollow snows and rivers wide. Mad Mother I've sought thy father far and wide. Mad Mother Alone amid a prospect wide; Idiot Boy The town so long, the town so wide, Idiot Boy
WIFE................2 His wife, an aged woman, Simon Lee I am thy father's wedded wife; Mad Mother
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