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• You sleepy little scamp. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
• You smile, Don Pancho. Ah! that’s like you! by Bret Harte
• You soar … Is death so bad? … I wish you’d say. by Siegfried Sassoon
• You sting—again! by Emily Dickinson
• You stupid Old Man of Melrose. by Edward Lear
• You that alone I cared to keep. by Edna St. Vincent Millay
• You that have snarled through the ages, take your answer and go. by G. K. Chesterton
• You vulgar people there.’ by Thomas Hardy
• You were the wind. by Sara Teasdale
• You were underneath me now! by Arthur Hugh Clough
• You will at least have lived, if you have tasted love! by John L. Stoddard
• You will be what you will to be! by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
• You will come in the future, and therefore these verses are written to you. by Rudyard Kipling
• You will go back directly to Bow!’ by Edward Lear
• You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. by Edgar Allan Poe
• You will pass all your life in that box.’ by Edward Lear
• You will understand. by Oscar Wilde
• You with loose hands of abandonment hanging down. by D. H. Lawrence
• You won’t hurt me, and I won’t hurt you. by Christina Rossetti
• You would chastened stare— by Emily Dickinson
• You—Sweet—Shut me out— by Emily Dickinson
• You’d better abandon all ideas of feelings altogether. by D. H. Lawrence
• You’d cadge his autograph.” by Robert Service
• You’d know the folly of being comforted. by William Butler Yeats
• You’ll be the first it ever did. by Dorothy Parker
• You’ll miss them when they’ve gone! by Robert Service
• You’ll never know. by Dorothy Parker
• You’ll never put the lid on Love. by Robert Service
• You’ll raise angelic strains. by Patrick Brontë
• You’ll show a hat that’s white, or a feather! by Bret Harte
• You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din! by Rudyard Kipling
• You’re in luck! and that’s all I’ve to say! by Caroline Southey
• you’re killing me by E. E. Cummings
• You’re no blood of mine! by Dorothy Parker
• You’ve got God, and God is love. by Robert Service
• You’ve made good. by Robert Service
• You, like a queen, pass out into the night. by Rupert Brooke
• You, love, and I? by John Charles McNeill
• You, Sir, taught first—to me. by Emily Dickinson
• You, with God’s own glory in your eyes. by Robert Service
• Young hearts in a world grown gray. by George Parsons Lathrop
• Young Man! and learn to reverence Womankind! by Robert Southey
• Young Sohrab dying in his father’s arms. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
• Your Ambarvalia. by Rupert Brooke
• Your breaking heart breaks mine again.” by Christina Rossetti
• your chance of death. by H. D.
• Your city and your state. by Edgar Lee Masters
• Your Consciousness—and Me— by Emily Dickinson
• Your death will be felt by all Tartary!’ by Edward Lear
• Your face, your face, too late. by E. (Edith) Nesbit
• Your father’s drouth, my daughter.” by Robert Graves
• Your faults had made me love you more. by Sara Teasdale
• your frailty masked with passion. by Roland John
• Your ghost I’ll toast in midnight toddy. by Robert Service
• Your gift of love. by William Ernest Henley
• Your gold of unrevealed awakenings. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
• Your grave her bosom is, the lawn the stone. by Robert Herrick
• Your Hand’s white grace. by Seumas O’Sullivan
• Your hands to hold mine through the night. by E. (Edith) Nesbit
• Your Happy Fool! by Robert Service
• your head! by Bret Harte
• Your heart will change it to authentic song. by Joyce Kilmer
• your hoofs. by Carl Sandburg
• Your human self immortal; take the watery track. by D. H. Lawrence
• Your humble servant. by Patrick Brontë
• your inaccessible shrine. by H. D.
• Your Jew! Your Jew! Your hated Jew! by Joaquin Miller
• your kiss by E. E. Cummings
• Your low, sweet voice, your smile, and your dear eyes. by Alan Seeger
• Your mantle of ermine, tell me, pray! by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
• Your marvellous dark hair. by Vachel Lindsay
• Your mind is light, soon lost for new love. by Anonymous
• Your offering, with despatch, of! by Gerard Manley Hopkins
• Your own glass shows you when you look in it. by William Shakespeare
• Your own love, cold on your cairn in Aghadoe. by John Todhunter
• Your playfellow from the grave. by Robert Graves
• Your pleasure now. by D. H. Lawrence
• Your poor estates, alone. by Robert Herrick
• Your portion of labor, and worry and care? by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
• Your prayers and struggles o’er, your task all praise and joy. by John Keble
• Your rondeau’s tail! by Don Marquis
• Your spouse not laboured-at nor spun. by Gerard Manley Hopkins
• Your stone that to my passing footfall cries. by John Freeman
• Your sympathy. by Robert Service
• Your tears: You are not worth their merriment. by Wilfred Owen
• your voice by E. E. Cummings
• Your voice again and clasp you to my heart. by John Myers O’Hara
• Your will is law in that small commonweal… by Gerard Manley Hopkins
• Yours is the Censure, mine the Praise. by George Gordon Lord Byron
• Yours, Fly. by Emily Dickinson
• Youth ’s a stuff will not endure. by William Shakespeare
• Youth gives back to the hand that gave so much. by George Parsons Lathrop
• Youth to whom my love is given, see, I watch beside thy bed. by Eleanor Hull
• Youth, or perfume or the moon’s gold? by Sara Teasdale
• Zeus and Athene guarding it the while! by Andrew Lang
• Zikky sikky tee.’ by Edward Lear
• [BI] Alas, O My Daughter,—My Daughter! by Hanford Lennox Gordon
• [He rises and leaves the room. LILIA weeping.] by George MacDonald
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