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- YAS, DINAH, WHAR ‘OULD YOU BE NOW, JES’ ‘CEPTIN’ FUR DAT PRA’R? by Sidney Lanier
- Ye aye sall be my dearie!’ by Isobel Pagan
- Ye cannot stifle her sincere lament. by Emma Lazarus
- Ye draw the hert frae me! by George MacDonald
- Ye falter, and ye fade. by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- ye find a rhyme I made myself. by Robert Service
- Ye gods, teach her some more humanity. by Thomas Carew
- Ye hate what made Him mourn. by John Keble
- Ye have no place: begone! by Archibald Lampman
- Ye hear your Master’s midnight call? by John Keble
- Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.” by John Keats
- Ye left behind our pleasant shore. by Herman Melville
- Ye left in four nights auld. by Andrew Lang
- Ye’re a-drownin’ yerself in yer spittle.” by Robert Service
- Yea, beds for all who come. by Christina Rossetti
- Yea, every bygone prayer! by George MacDonald
- Yea, give Thy very Self to me. by Christina Rossetti
- Yea, I will sorrow yet. by Robert Service
- Yea, present, though in exile here?” by Paul Verlaine
- Yea, rear their brood on earth’s dead face. by Vachel Lindsay
- Yea, they shall sing for love when Christ shall come. by Christina Rossetti
- Yea, thou shalt wake in Paradise with Me.” by Christina Rossetti
- Yea, wish that though, wish all,’ God’s better beauty, grace. by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- yearning silently over me. by William Carlos Williams
- Yellow clay on dust! by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Yes—millions—beginning to grow. by Anonymous
- Yes, I had slain my Self. by Don Marquis
- Yes, yes, I love the crowded street! by Isabella Valancy Crawford
- Yes; but the strait path leads into a boundless home. by George MacDonald
- Yet all the uncomprehended heaven in his eyes! by John Freeman
- Yet be denied the bliss of flight. by Robert Service
- Yet but a name. by Emily Dickinson
- Yet Christ is with me all the day. by Richard Le Gallienne
- Yet could not break it. by Matthew Arnold
- Yet dies to it and lives for duty. by Thomas Runciman
- Yet envies none, none are unenviable. by Ralph Waldo Emerson
- Yet fell; remember, and fear to transgress. by John Milton
- Yet freedom, she enjoys withal. by Robert Herrick
- Yet had not seen! by Emily Dickinson
- Yet hast thou perished like a king! by John L. Stoddard
- Yet hear aeolian sighs from thin chords blown? by George MacDonald
- Yet hearts speak best when most the lips are dumb. by Arthur Weir
- Yet hist, I hear a step.—In this dark wood— by Henry Kirk White
- Yet hold thy lips ready to speak. by Carl Sandburg
- Yet I chase the thing he stands for with a brickbat in my hand. by Vachel Lindsay
- Yet is blazoned in lines of gold. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- Yet it brake mine, too. by Lizette Woodworth Reese
- Yet kept high festival above sun and moon and star. by Christina Rossetti
- Yet melted would be twain. by Ralph Waldo Emerson
- Yet must I persevere, let whate’er will betide. by Henry Kirk White
- yet no one know his name. by Robert Service
- Yet often coming, when we last have prayed. by Archibald Lampman
- Yet rarely blames unjustly, now declare. by George Gordon Lord Byron
- Yet remain an outlaw still! by Bret Harte
- Yet sail another sea. by John L. Stoddard
- Yet shall I die in Phoenix’ fire. by Sir Philip Sidney
- yet simmered in the kettle. by Ron Rash
- Yet so slavish, makes you shudder! by William Ernest Henley
- Yet still he loves, and loves but one. by George Gordon Lord Byron
- Yet stood the fair maid nigh me and told me all her love. by John Clare
- Yet this is you. by Ezra Pound
- Yet thither doom will drive me and He will win at last. by C. S. Lewis
- Yet to have made this boy he must be wise. by Sara Teasdale
- Yet to walk therein delay? by Henry Newbolt
- Yet true, in death, to his duty. by James Weldon Johnson
- Yet we were looking away! by Thomas Hardy
- Yet will I love her till I die. by Anonymous
- Yet would I kneel and kiss thy gentle hand. by John Keats
- Yet would, Oh would I could love again.” by Sidney Lanier
- Yield to Samela. by Robert Greene
- Yielding up for us his life. by Frances E. W. Harper
- yokit, started keenly. by David Rorie
- Yon wee penny whistle o’ Sandy McGraw. by Robert Service
- Yonder. by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- Yoooooooo!” by Eugene Field
- You abruptious old man of Thames Ditton!’ by Edward Lear
- You abstemious old person of Rye!’ by Edward Lear
- You afflicting old man at a station!’ by Edward Lear
- You also are laid aside. by Ezra Pound
- You amazing old man of the Humber!’ by Edward Lear
- You and I, little precious! shall know! by Eugene Field
- You and your Court came North together. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- You are but a weak woman at the best. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- You are gone, but yet we sail. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- you are gone. by H. D.
- You are gone? by Grace Hazard Conkling
- You are my home, do you not understand? by Amy Lowell
- You are not mistaken by Delmore Schwartz
- You are old. by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- You are punctual. by Emily Dickinson
- You are right, little sister,” I said. by Vachel Lindsay
- You are truly white as plum blossoms. by William Carlos Williams
- You are violating Belgian neutrality. by G. K. Chesterton
- You are worthy the name of ‘Sir Knight.’ by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- You but unlock, so we each other bless. by Thomas Carew
- You called me ‘bastard.’ by Robert Service
- You can hang or drown at last! by Samuel Johnson
- You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!” by William Brighty Rands
- You can’t take stamps to Heaven. by Robert Service
- You carry Caesar and his fortunes—steady! by William Ernest Henley
