What is the meaning of the song

What man dare, I dare

What must the king do now? must he submit?
What's fame? a fancy'd life in others' breath
What shall I do to be for ever known

What stronger breast-plate than a heart untainted?.
What though I leave this dull and earthly mould
What time the groves were clad in green.

What time the mighty moon was gathering light
What was't awaken'd first the untried ear.
What win I if I gain the thing I seek?
When Britain first at Heaven's command
When coldness wraps the suffering clay
When Delia on the plain appears
When earth is fair and winds are still
Whene'er a noble deed is wrought

When first I met thee, warm and young

When Freedom from our mountain height

When Freedom on her natal day

When he who adores thee has left but the name

When icicles hang by the wall

When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat:

When I consider how my light is spent
When Israel of the Lord beloved

When Learning's triumph o'er her barbarous foes
When long upon the scales of fate
When love with unconfinèd wings

When lull'd in passion's dream my senses slept
When Music, heavenly maid, was young.
When o'er the hill the eastern star
When red has set the beamless sun
When Ruth was left half-desolate
When seven lang years had come and fled
When the British warrior queen
When the hours of day are numbered
When the long-sounding curfew from afar.
When Time, or soon or late, shall bring
When Time, who steals our years away

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When twilight steals along the ground
When we two parted

Whence is that knocking?.

Where are the heroes of the ages past?

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground

Where honour, or where conscience does not bind :
Where is Rome!

Where lies the land to which yon ship must go?

Where now is Britain ?-Where her laurelled names?
Where shall the lover rest.

Where's the blind child, so admirably fair

Where, then, ah! where shall poverty reside

While History's Muse the memorial was keeping
Whither, midst falling dew

Charles Swain
Charles Mackay
William Shakspeare
William Shakspeare
Alexander Pope
Abraham Cowley
William Shakspeare

John Keats
Michael Drayton

Alfred Tennyson

Hartley Coleridge

William Shakspeare

James Thomson

George Gordon Lord Byron

George Lord Lyttelton.
Lord Lytton.

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493

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 567

Thomas Moore

Joseph Rodman Drake.
J. G. Whittier
Thomas Moore
William Shakspeare
John Dryden.

John Milton.

Sir Walter Scott.
Samuel Johnson

Lord Houghton (R. M.Milnes) 513
Richard Lovelace
W. T. Moncrieff
William Collins
Robert Burns

Sir Walter Scott

William Wordsworth

84

470

123

237

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316

J. Hogg (the Ettrick Shepherd) 246
William Cowper

223

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 561
James Beattie

George Gordon Lord Byron

Thomas Moore

165

423

William Shakspeare

41

Henry Kirke White

254

John Keats

472

George Gordon Lord Byron

• 398

Abraham Cowley

22

Henry Kirke White

255

William Wordsworth

326

Henry Kirke White

255

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Ye distant spires, ye antique tow'rs

Ye field-flowers! the gardens eclipse you
Ye gentlemen of England

Edmund Spenser

Ben Jonson

Martyn Parker

Gerald Massey

George Gordon Lord Byron
William Wordsworth

George Gordon Lord Byron
Nathaniel P. Willis

George P. Morris

Richard Crashaw

Ye holy tow'rs that shade the wave-worn steep.
Ye little birds that sit and sing

Ye many-twinkling stars, who yet do hold`

Ye mariners of England

Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song

Yes, grief will have way-but the fast falling tear
Yes, Love indeed is light from Heaven
Ye stars! which are the poetry of Heaven!
Yes, 'twill be over soon-this sickly dream
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Yonder comes the powerful king of day

You are old, Father William, the young man cried
You common cry of ours! whose breath I hate
You may give over plough, boys

You meaner beauties of the night

Young Henry was as brave a youth

You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride

William Lisle Bowles

Henry Kirke White

Alexander Pope
Thomas Moore

George Gordon Lord Byron
George Gordon Lord Byron
Henry Kirke White