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We saw fair Cadiz gleam out suddenly,
- Maria Lowell
We sentinel the lone waste places
- Harry M. Dean
We slap through the mud narrows at Buckskin
- M.E. Bredimus
We stand together on the deck
- Bessie Rayner Parkes
We stood so steady,
- Robert Dwyer Joyce
We stop at Flanders Fields
- John Greening
We talk about our origins
- David Boyce
We tightened stirrup; buckled rein
- Madison Cawein
We trenched, we trumpeted and drummed
- Thomas Hardy
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile
- Thomas Hardy
We wander by Mycenae's gray remains
- Nicholas Michell
We were in Bakersfield at the airport
- M.E. Bredimus
We were not many, —we who stood
- Charles Fenno Hoffman
WE were sailing by Triest, Where a day or two we harbored:
- Robert Browning
We were very tired, we were very merry—
- Edna St.Vincent Millay
WE who are old, old and gay,
- William Butler Yeats
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
- James Elroy Flecker
we will probably never
- William F. DeVault
We woke and watched the stars all jewel-bright.
- Teresa Hooley
We've journeyed through the mountains. There they stand
- Horation Nelson Powers
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