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- We’ll dance tel de day done break. by James Weldon Johnson
- We’ll go no more a-roving, but weep at home, my dear. by William Ernest Henley
- We’ll have the best to wish you luck, or may we choke!” by Amy Lowell
- We’ll never know, you say, for she is dead. by Conrad Aiken
- We’ll no be grudgin’ o’ the time by Robert Service
- We’ll play the game. by Robert Service
- We’ll strew forget-me-not. by Eugene Field
- We’ll tell the hive, you died afloat. by Philip Freneau
- We’re down, hull down on the Long Trail—the trail that is always new. by Rudyard Kipling
- We’ve really had no fall at all. by Bert Leston Taylor
- We’ve so often read! by Andrew Lang
- We, and all others? by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- We, for the day-dream river. by Vachel Lindsay
- We, like Leo, lie at rest! by John L. Stoddard
- We, too, are dead.” by Robert Service
- WE, WHO ARE PLAYING TO-NIGHT.” by Vachel Lindsay
- Weak as a worm. by William Butler Yeats
- Wear the envenomed robe. by Edgar Lee Masters
- Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown. by Edgar Allan Poe
- Weary from Hades—that dry land. by E. J. Pratt
- Weary with our weariness. by Matthew Arnold
- Weaving a garland of dry, crispy gold! by Emma Lazarus
- Weaving, weaving at the loom. by George Parsons Lathrop
- wee by E. E. Cummings
- Wee lass, you wait for me.” by Robert Service
- Weep and storm and swear they lie. by Dorothy Parker
- Weep thy golden tears! by William Watson
- Weep, and our God’s heart yearns. by Algernon Charles Swinburne
- Weep, you may weep, for you may touch them not. by Wilfred Owen
- Weeping for lost Babylon. by Robert Graves
- Weeps with the rain and with the darkness grieves. by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- Welcome the dawn. by Robert Bridges
- Welcome wind, and sky, and sun! by George MacDonald
- Welcome, proud lady!’ by Sir Walter Scott
- Welcome, welcome, then… by William Browne
- Welcomer than Alfred Tennyson? by Walter Savage Landor
- Welcomes him to a happier shore. by William Cullen Bryant
- Well could I walk this earth a thousand years. by James Henry Leigh Hunt
- Well—human nature—that’s characteristic. by Bret Harte
- Well, I forget the rest. by Robert Browning
- Well, I’ve bought it. by Robert Service
- Well, I’ve business down in Boston about the twelfth of May. by Bret Harte
- Well, nothing succeeds like success. by Robert Service
- Well, now’s your hour to know. by Robert Service
- Well, well,—’Taint no skin off my nose! by Robert Service
- Well, wouldn’t you? by Robert Service
- well-brushed coats by William Carlos Williams
- Wen a feller’s itchin’ to be spanked. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Wen de colo’ed ban’ goes ma’chin’ down de street. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Wen dey sees yo’ face a-shinin’, den dey’ll know. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Wen he git thoo eatin’. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Went and dug them up again. by Dorothy Parker
- Went home and put a bullet through his head. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Went singing down the River of the Dead. by Elsa Barker
- Went slowly to his cave. by G. K. Chesterton
- went straight to Lacedaemon to fetch Telemachus. by Homer
- Were ‘ware of thee, far rearward, fleeing! Hound!” by Sidney Lanier
- Were Anomaly. by Emily Dickinson
- Were Challenging Despair. by Emily Dickinson
- Were fading, and all wars were done. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Were further than they be! by Dorothy Parker
- Were heard of none beside the mournful robins. by John Keats
- Were I come o’er again’ cries Christ ‘it should be this’. by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- Were I only once back there! by Emily Lawless
- Were it a bird, ‘t would answer to my law.” by Emma Lazarus
- Were it but to pleasure you. by Robert Herrick
- Were it not for the stealing, stealing. by James Henry Leigh Hunt
- Were loving her so much. by Frances E. W. Harper
- Were needed also up in Heaven. by Hattie Howard
- Were never made for man. by Robert Graves
- Were none of our affair! by Emily Dickinson
- Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs. by Robert Frost
- Were not too much to pay for birth. by Robert Frost
- Were nothing very strange! by Emily Dickinson
- Were once the Charter Oak! by Hattie Howard
- Were preachers sent from God. by Christina Rossetti
- Were quite unjust to blame the Poet! by Andrew Lang
- Were shining in your Hand. by Emily Dickinson
- Were steps to the great place where trees and torrents go. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Were thoroughly divine by Emily Dickinson
- Were to import forgetfulness in me. by William Shakespeare
- Were toward Eternity— by Emily Dickinson
- Were wanderings in the quest. by Edgar Lee Masters
- Were we betroth’d between the Wind and Rain. by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea! by William Butler Yeats
- Were Witness for the Crown— by Emily Dickinson
- Were’t not for the wrinkles in life’s face. by Sidney Lanier
- Wert nestling in thy mother’s shroud! by Henry Kirk White
- Wert plann’d from all eternity!” by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- Wert thou, O my love, amongst women! by George Borrow
- Wet grass, cool scents of May. by Robert Graves
- Wha was and wha is and will be evermore. by George MacDonald
- Wha’s heart in twa is riven. by Hew Ainslie
- Whan the sun himsel is awa. by George MacDonald
- What a dissembling Friend— by Emily Dickinson
- What and where they be! by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- What are all those fish that lie gasping on the strand? by William Butler Yeats
- What are deep ? the ocean and truth. by Christina Rossetti
- What are we? I know not. by Anna Hempstead Branch
- What are you—banded one? by H. D.
