| First Line of Poem |
Poem Title |
Author |
Lines |
Views |
| Y' are the maiden posies, |
'Y' Are The Maiden Posies |
Louisa May Alcott |
8 |
353 |
| Y'ave laughed enough, sweet, vary now your text! |
Laugh And Lie Down. |
Robert Herrick |
2 |
153 |
| Yad Mordechai. Those who fell here |
Yad Mordechai |
Yehuda Amichai |
|
1001 |
| Ye Alpine rocks! If less your peaks elate |
The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - To The Swiss. |
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni |
14 |
98 |
| Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales |
Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 - I. - Musings Near Aquapendente - April 1837 |
William Wordsworth |
|
587 |
| Ye are all christs in this your self-surrender |
Christ's All! |
William Arthur Dunkerley (John Oxenham) |
24 |
122 |
| Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, |
The Banks O' Doon. (Second Version.) |
Robert Burns |
16 |
258 |
| Ye banks, and braes, and streams around |
Highland Mary. |
Robert Burns |
32 |
299 |
| Ye Bards in all your thousand dens, |
1827; Or, The Poet's Last Poem. |
Thomas Gent |
172 |
226 |
| Ye black and roguish eyes, |
Sicilian Song. |
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
8 |
205 |
| Ye brood of conscience Spectres! that frequent |
Sonnets Upon The Punishment Of Death - In Series, 1839 – VI - Ye Brood Of Conscience Spectres! |
William Wordsworth |
14 |
256 |
| Ye brown old oaks that spread the silent wood, |
Sorrows For A Friend. |
John Clare |
14 |
337 |
| Ye captive tribes, that hourly work and weep |
The Captivity An Oratorio |
Oliver Goldsmith |
398 |
299 |
| Ye careful Angels, whom eternal Fate |
Presented To The King, At His Arrival In Holland, After The Discovery Of The Conspiracy. 1696 |
Matthew Prior |
|
440 |
| Ye children of mortals The deities dread! |
From Iphigenia In Tauris. |
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
41 |
192 |
| Ye children of the Land of Gold, |
The Ballad Of Mabel Clare |
Henry Lawson |
136 |
771 |
| Ye clouds and darkness, hosts of night |
Morning Hymn (Hymnus Matutinus) |
Aurelius Clemens Prudentius |
224 |
592 |
| Ye Cupids droop each little head, |
Translation From Catullus. Luctus De Norte Passeris. |
George Gordon Byron |
24 |
375 |
| Ye Cupids, droop each little head, |
Translation From Catullus. Lugete Veneres Cupidinesque (Carm. III.) |
George Gordon Byron |
24 |
265 |
| Ye daughters mine! will naught abate |
The Danube In Wrath. |
Victor-Marie Hugo |
8 |
159 |
| Ye dear stars of the Bear, I did not think |
Recollections. |
Giacomo Leopardi |
172 |
150 |
| Ye distant Hills, ye smiling glades, |
Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Ever Getting To The Hills |
John Kendall (Dum-Dum) |
60 |
204 |
| Ye Dorian woods and waves, lament aloud, |
Fragment Of The Elegy On The Death Of Bion. |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
13 |
87 |
| Ye dwellers on this world, to the first Mind |
The Sonnets Of Tommaso Campanella - An Exhortation To Mankind. |
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni |
14 |
114 |
| Ye elms that wave on Malvern Hill |
Malvern Hill |
Herman Melville |
35 |
125 |
| Ye fates! who sternly point on sorrow's chart |
Sonnet. |
Thomas Gent |
14 |
201 |
| Ye flags of Piccadilly, Where I posted up and down, |
Ye Flags of Picadilly |
Arthur Hugh Clough |
24 |
688 |
| Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright, |
Upon The Circumcision |
John Milton |
28 |
337 |
| Ye flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, |
The Banks Of Doon. (First Version.) |
Robert Burns |
20 |
261 |
| Ye gallants bright, I red ye right, |
Beware O' Bonnie Ann. |
Robert Burns |
16 |
390 |
| Ye gentle visitations of calm thought |
Fragment: 'Ye Gentle Visitations Of Calm Thought'. |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
6 |
80 |
| Ye gie corn unto my horse, |
Clyde's Water |
Frank Sidgwick |
82 |
73 |
| Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there, |
Sonnet. |
Percy Bysshe Shelley |
14 |
85 |
| Ye have been fresh and green, |
To Meadows |
Robert Herrick |
|
591 |
| Ye have met, ye have met, disencumbered of pain, |
On The Death Of Elizabeth Fry And Sir T. F. Buxton. |
Eliza Paul Kirkbride Gurney |
24 |
232 |
| Ye have ploughed the field like cattle, |
Dragon-Seed |
Madison Julius Cawein |
24 |
210 |
| Ye have robbed," said he, "ye have slaughtered and made an end, |
He Fell Among Thieves |
Henry John Newbolt, Sir |
49 |
113 |
| Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes |
The Song Of The Derelict |
John McCrae |
|
851 |
| Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes |
The Song of the Derelict |
John Alexander McCrae |
24 |
110 |
| Ye heavenly spirites, whose ashie cinders lie |
Ruines Of Rome: |
Edmund Spenser |
520 |
320 |
| Ye Highlands and ye Lawlands, |
The Bonny Earl Of Murray |
Frank Sidgwick |
30 |
64 |
| Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep, |
Bamborough Castle |
William Lisle Bowles |
14 |
381 |
| Ye in the age gone by, |
The Gods Of Greece. |
Friedrich Schiller |
128 |
83 |
| Ye injur'd fields, ye once were gay, |
Helpstone Green. |
John Clare |
64 |
308 |
| Ye Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, |
The Author's Earnest Cry And Prayer To The Scotch Representatives In The House Of Commons. |
Robert Burns |
186 |
272 |
| Ye Jacobites by name, give and ear, give an ear; |
Ye Jacobites By Name. |
Robert Burns |
24 |
234 |
| Ye laughing gales, that sporting with my fair, |
Sonnet CXCI. |
Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch) |
28 |
144 |
| Ye Lime-trees, ranged before this hallowed Urn, |
Inscriptions - Written At The Request Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., And In His Name, For An Urn, Placed By Him At The Termination Of A Newly-Planted Avenue, In The Same Grounds |
William Wordsworth |
|
329 |
| Ye limpid brooks, by whose clear streams |
Canzone XIV. |
Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch) |
184 |
116 |
| Ye little elves, who haunt sweet dells, |
Cecil |
Walter De La Mare |
24 |
17 |
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