the broad earth's aching breast............ 343 When Britain first, at Heaven's command...... 355 935 When Freedom from her mountain-height..... 353 220 When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces................................................ 426 When the hours of day are number'd........... 773 When the lessons and tasks are all ended...... 62 When the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye's come hame............. 137 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought. 753 When troubled in spirit, when weary of life... 489 When we for age could neither read nor write. 688 When we two parted .............. When winter's cold tempests and snows are no more........... Where are the swallows fled?... 86 475 684 31 225 Where are you going, my pretty maid?......... 898 778 46 658 466 547 176 .................. Which shall it be? Which shall it be? 45 When lovely woman stoops to folly.. When midnight o'er the moonless skies........ 94 687 428 Who finds a woman good and wise.............. Who is Sylvia? what is she........ Who'll press for gold this crowded street...... 675 Who loves not Knowledge? Who shall rail. 690 "Who's dead?' Ye want to know.......... 704 Why, Damon, with the forward day.. ............ 637 "Why did you melt your waxen man.......... 875 Why do ye weep, sweet babes? Can tears... 452 Why has not man a collar and a log?.......... 923 Why so pale and wan, fond lover?............. 124 Why thus longing, thus for ever sighing.... "Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?. Wild rose of Alloway! my thanks With a glancing eye and curving mane....... With deep affection 24 217 104 766 134 249 493 516 550 775 YE banks, and braes, and streams around...... 120 Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon............. 170 Ye clouds! that far above me float and pause. 333 Ye distant spires, ye antique towers...... 504 Ye gentlemen of England........... .......... 701 Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell............ 588 Ye little birds, that sit and sing... 162 Ye Mariners of England. 356 Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song........ 527 Ye say they all have passed away...... 520 Yes! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start. 356 Ye shepherds so cheerful and gay......... 205 19 You know we French storm'd Ratisbon......... 341 You lay a wreath on murder'd Lincoln's bier. 28 You may give over plough, boys............. You meaner beauties of the night................ 185 You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear....... Young Ben he was a nice young man............ 897 Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen bawn. 165 Your horse is faint, my King-my Lord! your gallant horse is sick...... 69 296 |