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Wide-eyed our childhood roamed the world
- Alfred Noyes
Wild Dartmoor! thou that 'midst thy mountains rude
- Felicia Hemans
Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running
- Walt Whitman
Wildly round our woodland quarters
- John Greenleaf Whittier
Will you come to Warwick
- Anthony James Leahy
WILLIE, fold your little hands;
- Dinah Craik
Win' a-blowin' gentle so de san' lay low
- Paul Laurence Dunbar
Wind, drizzle, the big brooms scour Picardy
- Alan Gould
Windsor, Ontario is a city of roses
- Mark Nenadov
WINSLADE, thy beech-capt hills, with waving grain
- Thomas Warton
Winter on Mount Shasta
- Henry Van Dyke
winter rain
- Kobayashi Issa
winter wind--
- Kobayashi Issa
winter wind--
- Kobayashi Issa
Wisps and rags of cloud in a withered sky
- John Davidson
Wistful, away from my friends and kin
- Wei Yingwu
With a cold and wintry noon-light
- John Greenleaf Whittier
With a cough of steam
- Duncan Forbes
With a hunting knife I carve my name into the thighbone
- Sean Arthur Joyce
With all thy gifts America
- Walt Whitman
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